Continue Online (Part 4, Crash) (41 page)

“We should be able to meet at the Mire, in about a day or two.”

Walking more didn’t interest me. Especially not if I could pass out and meet my fiancée again upon waking. Work could be easily put off. Maybe I should finally quit and tell my boss it was his fault for getting me this game.

“Can I autopilot? I need sleep.” I asked.

“Sure. I know I’ve got to log back out before my mom catches me. I think I can get another few hours of rest, Uncle Grant, you stay safe okay?”

“Of course, munchkin.”

Beth’s face puffed up and Awesome Jr. tightened his lips in a suppressed smile. A moment later my niece's face went slack as the autopilot kicked in. I wondered again what the difference was between William Carver’s version that had spoken to me once and player versions. They operated under the same principle right?

“We should be okay for the two days,” Awesome Jr. said while fiddling with potions. There was a small pop as gas shot into the air. Whatever it was made the teen pause to smile. “My classes are in the afternoon so I’ll stay around and watch. I’m going to throw down a Potion of Safe Passage. The smell will drive away any monster spawns.”

“Okay.” I looked at Dusk. Fingers genially scratched behind his ears and the small guy yawned without opening his eyes. “Cupcakes,” I whispered. “Cupcakesss.”

He sniffed once then lifted up to look around. Tiny dragonish claws dug into my calf which made me tense. The
[Messenger’s Pet]
stood and stretched before focusing on me.

“Are you okay watching my autopilot?” I asked. He had never objected to keeping an eye on me before but asking felt polite to the smart little guy. We had only reunited recently.

The
[Messenger’s Pet]
rippled with an early morning shudder then chirped. Above his head floated the very clear picture of cupcakes and donuts.

“There are some in my Atrium, just try not to fall asleep this time, okay? And do you remember how to use the trash can?”

He nodded slowly then blasted a ball of fire. We probably weren’t talking about the same method.

“That’s awesome,” he said.

“No, awesome’s your father,” I responded and smiled.

“You did that last time too. You know all these things even though we’ve only met a few times. Is it a skill, or are you stalking us?”

“Sort of, and no. I don’t have time to stalk people.” My statement was misleading. I did have the admin access to all their ARC devices while in the Trillium van. It was possible to find out information regarding pretty much anyone I wanted to.

Using it meant I wasn’t playing the game, and right now I needed to keep my life in order until I found Xin. Two days away, one night’s sleep. I could wake up and log in, then hopefully see her smiling face waiting for me.

Awesome Jr. hesitated a moment before asking, “Can you explain more? I don’t want to pry, but it sounds like we’re missing something important. I thought maybe you just didn’t want to explain it in front of family.”

“No. I try to be an open book, but I don’t really want to cover it more than once. It’s crazy enough, so let’s wait until we all meet up. Maybe being with Xin will help,” I said. Would the Voices stop me from talking about my insider knowledge? It didn’t make sense that they would. In theory, they would welcome all the help we could muster.

“I guess that’s fair. They should be meeting with us in two days. Do you think we’ll see more of those monsters?”

I tilted my head and listened for the knocking sound. There didn’t seem to be any noises. Dusk looked undisturbed. Wyl still slept, being worn out from the day’s travels. Sunrise wasn’t far away. The real world was near three in the morning and I couldn’t last much longer myself.

“No. I think we’re okay for a little while.” My words managed to remain stable. I felt like we were going in circles. My thoughts sat on their small list of priorities. Help Wyl get home, find Xin. Enjoy the end of virtual reality together until we had an obvious way through this.

I swallowed and tried not to miss the feeling of her in my arms. We could have been camping together if I hadn’t been made a damned prisoner. Yet, becoming a
[Convict]
was what allowed me to pass the Voice’s trial and allow Genesis in the first place. If it was really needed and hadn’t been a test.

“Autopilot it is. I’m taking a quick bio, then I’ll get back and watch over the herd of cats. See you on the other side.” Awesome Jr. waved once then the Traveler’s body went sort of pastel in color. Life faded a bit from behind the avatar’s eyes and it packed items from around the campfire. I had been too lost in my own thoughts to say good-bye in time.

“Oh,” I muttered. This is the first time there had ever been a series of goals to pop up. All these months playing and normally my autopilot simply worked on getting to the next letter. Normally each letter gave me a quest.

Wyl mumbled in his sleep but barely stirred. His face looked wet and I pretended not to notice. We carried grief, and I was afraid his was far more fresh than mine.

“Add finding Xin, keeping my niece safe, then stopping those game destroying monsters,” I said. The goals were a bit far out there for a virtual world. Still, Beth could feel pain if monsters got her and letting that happen wasn’t in my nature. While I wasn’t her father no one else came closer.

Family meant more to me than anything. That especially included Xin. The list reformed slightly. Keeping Wyl safe remained pretty high on my priorities and I felt satisfied that his life weighed above the other tasks. Though, it felt weird to place priority on a digital existence that I had only known for a month. William Carver would have wanted it that way and his weapon had helped me thus far.

I had fought that monster and survived. I thought the old man would have been proud of his choice to entrust me with his legacy. One hand slid over
[Morrigu’s Gift]
as I watched over Wyl for another few minutes before sleep won out.

Session Eighty Three - Fear’s Stage

An alarm had been going off for a while before my body actually responded. It rang just loud enough to wake me but morning drowsiness made getting up difficult. Virtual reality had screwed up my sleep schedule.

One eye sat closed while the other tried to bring up an in-house digital display. All this technology and the off button still felt so far away. Projectors mounted in the room’s corners and ceiling aligned to cast out an image. A bright red cross sat there daring me to shut the noise off. My finger jabbed at least three times before finally shutting up the sound.

On any normal day, I would have been getting out of bed putting on my clothes and walking toward the Trillium van. From there I would choose a simple job that sat out of range of other repair employees and try to wake up from there. Coffee and breakfast would come from a drive through on the way, and my teeth might be brushed while in the car.

Since playing Continue Online the routine of handling each day had been shattered. I took a few labored breaths trying to figure out why my back felt tense. My head hurt, and muscles ached from the EXR-Seven’s feedback. Apparently high heart rate and swinging at a digital giant counted as heavy exertion.

Scenes from last night played through my brain again. A huge monster crawled out of a pit after making knocking sounds that only I and the Voices were capable of hearing. Did
[Altered Aura]
have a part to play in that? The game text had recognized me as being too close to the Voices, and I was set aside from Travelers and Locals in that regard.
[NPC Conspiracy]
had made Locals treat me like one of their own anyway.

When was the last time an NPC or virtual person had called me a Traveler? They acknowledged I was from another world and at the same time danced around it like I had been there all along. AIs were with me at work. They were in my ARC and in the end Xin had joined their ranks.

Feet finally moved and I tried to work out the kinks. Ten minutes wouldn’t set me back much. Maybe I was nervous. Meeting in person wasn’t the same as talking on a video call or passing notes back and forth. I shook my head, those were excuses designed to downplay my nervousness. It was time to log into the ARC and meet up with her. Well, and the others, but mostly Xin.

I lay down and logged into the Atrium. There was a mess everywhere. Apparently Dusk had eaten more than cupcakes. Even now the culprit lay down on a couch that I didn’t remember purchasing. He looked like a huge cat with wings purring contentedly.

One finger poked at the back of his head. The
[Messenger’s Pet]
opened his eyes and yawned widely.

“Did you even try to use the trashcan?” I pointed at the garbage around us. My eyes scanned the mess again, and I recognized the couch after a while. It was the same one I had used as part of replicating the old house.

It felt oddly fitting for Dusk to be resting on it. He stretched and claws tore into the siding a bit. I frowned at him.

“I asked you to use the trashcan.” My eyebrows lowered.

His head shook and wings shivered. Dusk jumped up, completely ignoring me, and scampered through the doorway to Continue Online. His tail sat low to the ground the entire way.

“You could at least do the other thing I asked about!” I shouted after him.

Dusk had apparently forgotten about my own grand plan. It wasn’t one I had discussed out loud since the Voices might not approve of me using the
[Messenger’s Pet]
to transfer items from my Atrium down to Continue Online. Maybe they wouldn’t care. My chest heaved with a virtual sigh as I tried to find the box.

“ARC!” I shouted at the machine.

“Awaiting Input.”

“Where’s the ring?” I asked.

“Clarification needed to formulate an answer,” the interface stated.

“What do you mean clarification? How many other rings have I bought?” I felt fed up with nearly everything. The alarm clock blaring had set me off poorly, and seeing my Atrium in complete disorder didn’t help. Dusk’s claw marks on the couch served as icing on the situation.

“Clarification is needed,” it insisted.

“ARC,” I chewed on my lip for a moment, “please tell me where the ring I purchased a few days ago went.”

Dusk’s head poked back in through the Continue Online doorway. Behind him sat darkness, and in his mouth was a small box with wrapping around it.

“Ring located. It is currently in front of you.” The ARC placed a bobbing arrow over the box in Dusk’s mouth. The
[Messenger’s Pet]
appeared to be laughing. There were no thought bubbles above his head to assist while here in the Atrium. I was willing to bet he had those silly question marks and a smile.

“Thank you,” I directed my words toward the ARC while walking to the doorway. The reason my ARC couldn’t find the ring or sounded clueless had to do with my companion running away with it.

Dusk vanished again while I chased after him shaking my fist. “You better not lose that or no more cupcakes!” I said.

The Atrium faded away as I logged straight into Hermes. I looked around. We stood near four stone pillars that towered over me. The only player in sight was Shadow.

“We meet again, Hermes,” he said and gave me a slight nod. The teenager’s voice was gruffer than his face implied. I squinted and tried to make out more features but something about his face looked indistinct.

“Where are the others, or Xin? I thought we were meeting her.”

“She’s already on the other side, getting ready. Thorny, Awesome Jr. and Wyl went through as well.”

“Oh.” I frowned and wrinkled my forehead. “Why couldn’t my autopilot keep going?”

“Autopilots can’t do this part. Not the first time.”

“That’s new,” I said slowly while trying to reevaluate what was going on. Awesome Jr. had mentioned something about a doorway or portal to
[The Shadow Zone]
, but I had no idea what exactly it had entailed.

“I’ll open the door, but first, I need to warn you, the path through is a bit of a mind fuck,” the older teen said. He didn’t smile and his eyes glanced to one side.

“How so?”

“It’s, like a nightmare. One so real, that separating the game from everything else is nearly impossible,” Shadow said. “And the longer you’ve played, the worse the visions are. Thorny will probably have a hard time.”

“It’s just a game though, we have touchstones, right?” I had set one up myself. Touchstones were essentially items stored in reality that were used to help a player differentiate between in-depth horror and reality. Other ARC games could get really disturbing or were designed to mess with people by replicating their house or neighborhood.