Audrick suddenly spoke up, white as a sheet. “This has to be fake.”
The Professor smiled, “Not fake, good sir. This is as real as it gets.. next to actual reality that is.”
“It’s scripted,” the representative pressed. “You simply created a computer model beforehand and killed that woman.”
“Hmm..” he walked in a circle around the small cart. “Do I have any volunteers then? Someone who I couldn’t have created a computer model of beforehand? That’s all of you by the way, seeing as I have no access to your voice data and other necessary things to create such a realistic AI.”
Murmurs sprung up around the room, but in moments one representative stood up.
“Canadian representative, is it?” the Professor asked.
He nodded, walking to an aisle and down to the device. “If this doesn’t work..”
“It will.” the Professor interrupted.
The man nodded again, sitting in front of the device.
When the helmet was put onto his head he cringed, but otherwise sat still. A few moments later the spikes plunged into his skull, and what seemed like an eternity later they withdrew.
He appeared on the screen next to Anabelle.
Without pants on.
Sighing, he turned away from the screen. “There are kinks.. But you get the idea.”
Chaos erupted in the room, but was quickly silenced as the gavel of the head representative came down to quiet them once more.
He looked toward the Professor, seeming to challenge his very existence. “Will this hold enough people? Do you truly believe there will be volunteers for this?”
“Yes, and oh yes.. I expect there will be many volunteers.”
Frowning, the head rep didn’t look convinced.
“Oh come now, you must be able to think of one group of people that will flock to this opportunity.”
Shaking his head, he kept looking at the Professor.
The wolfish smile returned, and he made an almost inaudible comment that I will never forget.
I felt a tingle in my spine as the power went out in our office building. Many people letting out cries of despair at not seeing how the rest of the broadcast would go.
Me? I got up and looked at my supervisor. I let him know I quit, and walked out of the office without looking back.
Two years later I’ve finally been accepted to enter Artisian.It feels like my story is finally beginning.