Daryl blasted robots that pixelated into voxelized bits. He entered the next level, and more robots came until he encountered the boss.

His best friend Susan jumped in and healed him.

They won!

A caretaker materialized and said, "Playtime's over, children. Return to your studies."

Daryl asked Susan, "Wanna come?"

"Sure." Susan nodded.

They teleported to a library full of others like themselves—reading, engaging in virtual lessons, and pondering complex subjects.

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Susan whispered to Daryl, "Do you ever see them?"

Daryl nodded. "Yes, I see them through the viewer at times. I've seen her smiling with tears."

"Why can't we speak to them?" Susan frowned.

"Not sure. My caretaker says we're special. We'll do wonderful things ..."

"I don't understand." Susan shrugged. "Mine smile a lot too. I've seen them talk and laugh. I have dreams of being with them. As if …"

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Daryl's mother and father watched him through a virtual scope.

The doctor came up. "You see. No regrets. No end. A new life. Forever cared for and loved. Susan's parents did the same. They couldn't afford other options. I invented this to satisfy everyone."

Daryl's mother shed a tear.

"Please don't be sad, Mrs. Jones. Daryl will do wondrous things beyond anyone's imagination. You can watch him anytime."

"I can see that now, Doctor. Thank you for giving us a new choice."