07
The day After
The day after the event was not what Darren Wiznitskiy was expecting. Even though he was the CEO of Omnicorp inc. and probably one of the most famous, if not the most famous, person alive. He didn’t want so much press coverage.
Last night should have been enough. Some journalist had even taken him up on being a troubled boy always coming in second. He had answered all of their questions truthfully, and if not truthfully, deceitful enough so that no one would be able to take him up about it again.
But his plans would have a lovely stall, as there was more than one person knocking on his bedroom door. Yes, the bedroom door.
He mentally closed his eyes, while he was still trying to sleep, and took a deep mental breath. Hoping that he would still fit in the time to talk to his house butler about letting people in, especially when he’s sleeping.
He reluctantly opened the door…
“Mr. Wiznitskiy, what compelled you to putting people into stasis just to play a game?”
“Sir, in one word please. Do you expect any failures in the near future?”
“Do you predict competition to your ‘no exit’ game?”
“What do the players feel when they’re playing? Do they experience the pain of the game?”
Those were just some of the questions. More kept coming as he walked downstairs and probably twice as many reporters were making a line inside of his front door.
He didn’t really answer any questions besides a “Yes, No, it’s all fine, and that all of the bugs have been fixed in beta testing.”
His plan was to have a nice breakfast and get prepared for his own very first adventure in the game.
He sat down at the table and his butler served up his breakfast.
The reporters kept coming.
Into the dining room came microphones, lights, and cameras.
“Here, on prime time TV, Mr. Darren Wiznitskiy, CEO of Omnicorp inc. sits, eating breakfast, in his pajamas.”
The cameraman came over and stuck his camera into his food and panned out to include him in the shot. Darren took a swig of coffee.
“How long have you been waiting to put over ten thousand people into stasis and have them fight for no good reason?”
Darren took a bite of eggs, nodded, and said politely, “Next question.”
“Now that you have ten thousand people locked in the Basement of Omnicorp inc.’s building, what will you do to them?”
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“Next question,” he replied.
“Please tell us, the question that’s been on all of our minds: How does the story of the troubled young boy, seeking to take revenge on anyone who comes first to him, relate to trapping ten thousand souls of gamers?”
“It’s all legal,” Darren said. He had finished the eggs and downed the last of his coffee, stood up and went to wash up and get ready for his real plans of the day.
He was slipping into a stasis suit and connecting up to the full-immersion bed.
The technician was telling him what to do and had him lay down on the custom built machine.
This was his first time going into the game in stasis, he had seen it happen many times, but it was a bit different for him as he had only watched it from a screen. All of his employees got to take the first dive and work out all the dangerous bugs that came with that.
As CEO he had quick access in and out of the game too. But there were many mechanical modifications that came with that; needing to stabilize hormones, like adrenaline, before exiting, using an enhanced brain syncing system that didn’t take hours before being able to enter.
But after only thirty minutes he had gotten in and past the loading screen.
Darren had entered into his very own office at the presidential suite, top floor, of the Omnicorp inc. tower. Here was his headquarters, where he had an assortment of characters, outfits, weapons, shields, potions and infinite items. Actually it was a select and create system where all he had to do was choose from the long list of items that were available in Default and it would appear for him, in his office, or, if too big, in his inventory. He could just put whatever he wanted into his inventory, literally whatever he wanted. Or have it appear in front of him if he wanted to inspect it.
What stood before him was a desk and a computer with a phone off to one side. But he was distracted…
The view was fantastic! He could nearly see every corner of the game’s map. It was like being in a skyscraper and finding a beach on one side, arctic on the other and forests over there, hills over here and mountains way off in the distance. But what exhilarated him the most was the Tai-fighter and jets coming around in a dogfight… he watched them zip by, shooting at each other, and… boom! A successful hit! The Air Force jet bursting into flames.
Oh, so much fun!
He opened the laptop and went to the character menu. The ten characters he had made for himself had lined up and were standing right in front of him in his open empty office.
He looked through them all, just to make sure that they had come through exactly as he had designed. They were flawless.
And now, what to choose?
How about the modern day knight.
He went over and shook hands, the option appeared
Would you like to become: Kevlar N. Lead - Knight - Level Max
He chose, “Yes”.
All he wanted was to win. But when playing a game, there was always the chance to lose. Always. And there was always a chance to win. With more players, the statistics to win lower drastically from 50% to .0005% very quickly. There was a lot more to it than that, and a lot of figuring things out. So, taking a trip down memory lane, Darren, at some young age, roughly around his college years, had decided to take classes and become a programmer so that he would be the one making the games. Then he didn’t have to try to win. As a programmer, one makes the games and lets everyone play to have fun, and watch them play, and win, and lose.
But now, after having programmed the game and watched a few people play and win, and lose. He found it was safe, and a good gesture to play the game as well. Why not have fun with your own game?
Darren walked out of his office and took the elevator down to the garage. The garage space was literally endless. Space can be very well manipulated in virtual space, if you know how to do it. There really isn’t anything to it.
The CEO walked through a few aisles of vehicles but he already knew what he was looking for and called it over.
His 2010 Bat mobile cruised up and stopped in front of him, opening its door with a vertical swing.