Darren had gotten back to the office in a numb like state of shock. He hadn’t experienced anything like that explosion anywhere, ever, at all. It was really a hypothetical idea that he had put into the bomb that it would disintegrate the surroundings, more comical than anything, and even kill a few bystanders or damage some of the audience as well… Well, it did do that, and more.
He had replayed the footage a hundred different times in other viewpoints. Each time he saw that magnificent explosion it had settled into him that this might be the best weapon he’s ever created. Sure there were atomic bombs and things that generally crash servers. But the most amazing part was that every time he watched it, there were no glitches, it had been timed perfectly to hit everything and everyone precisely in sync and almost as accurately as any real nuclear bomb would have.
What he had here; the program, the graphics, the synchronization of each part in perfect minute detail, was what the world was waiting for.
And it was only in Default, Omnicorp inc. presents.
He couldn’t wait to tell Bret.
The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.
He slept on it, still in such a state of shock as he had been in since he exited the game ten hours ago. Sleep was minimal, he indeed looked as he imagined as he walked up to Bret’s place, a sleep deprived inventor having just found the last piece to the puzzle.
Bret didn’t seem as intrigued as he was. “You made a bomb and tested it in a death race, killed the first place player and annihilated the stadium and killed over a hundred players?”
“Defaulted, not killed,” Darren corrected. Darren correcting Bret on legal terms. “But you should have seen it. Everything went off beautifully. You’ve never seen such a clean and devastating explosion as this one.”
“So you figured out how to default hundreds of players at one time. You could have just went in on master access and done it manually.”
He really didn’t get the point. “One,” Darren explained like he was teaching a toddler, “it’s a renaissance in the field of atomic explosions in VR. Two, nobody’s ever seen this before, we could either patent it and sell what we have as a beautifully working system, or use it to convince people that Default is the only place that has this and can deliver what you really want. Boom! Explosions!”
“What a great idea,” Bret said. He rolled his eyes at what must have been the thousandth time that Darren was going off about explosions being the only thing people played games for. He didn’t say anything after this, and took a nice long sip of his cappuccino.
“Oh, come on. It’s really cool, a great business opportunity.”
Bret sipped his coffee some more.