To preserve the energy aboard the space station you call home, you and two hundred volunteers are placed under cryogenic sleep for a hundred years. It is a tough choice to make, but it is the best option for your colony and the advancement of humanity. Coldness sets in. Everything grows dark. You know nothing else. Suddenly, you awaken, and everything rushes back to you all at once. Your century of sleep must have ended. You are excited to see your friends, but when you climb out of your pod, the only person you see is your girlfriend, who has a gleam in her eye as she says, "It's just you and me."
Game is. This story is more than my imagination, and it is more than just a story. It is a part of me, and it is a part of you. One day, while working on the last three chapters of this story, the reality of its existence set in. I had created What is this? Is this real? How could this be possible? I had been writing for all these years and suddenly, I, a writer, had created a piece of fiction that surpassed the confines of reality and, through an anomaly, had become something more. Is this a story, or is this a game? And as I was struggling with this self-reflective dilemma, I had an epiphany. I stopped writing. I stopped playing the game. I stopped writing the story. I now know that this is not a game, and this is not a story. This is. This story is more than my imagination, and it is more than just a story. It is a part of me, and it is a part of you. One day, while working on the last three chapters of this story, the reality of its existence set in. I had created
The Game, and you are playing it.
Each time you hear a bell ring, you must make a choice: Go to the lab, or stay in your pod. Sitting in your pod costs you one unit of energy, while going to the lab gives you the opportunity to acquire an upgrade. As each chapter progresses, the choice becomes more devastating, and you find yourself making the choice that will inevitably change the path of your future. Each time you complete all four chapters, another hundred years of sleep comes to pass and another chapter of your life unfolds. Each visit to the lab leads to a dangerous outcome. Each stay in your pod continues the flow of the story. But as you leave each pod, you notice a strange fellow in a corner of the room, looking at you. You also notice that you have an itch in your nose, and you must choose to scratch it above or below your eye. These are the choices. This is The Game.
Remember my story. Remember your choices. Be warned: your choices are not just a part of a story—they are a part of the reality of your own life.
At first when waking up in the pod, everything is the same. You experience the same thrills, the same uneasiness, the same happiness, and the same harsh reality. As you look around the room you realize that your friends have gone. The same poses are taken, the same blips are represented, and the same laughter is heard. As you begin to break the surface of the pod, you see your girlfriend smiling as she sits next to you. Laughter follows. And then you see another person, dressed in a special government uniform. You see your government, which you thought was ever a friend. His lips move, and he says, "Welcome back to the world, citizen." At first when waking up in the pod, everything is the same. You experience the same thrills, the same uneasiness, the same happiness, and the same harsh reality. As you look around the room you realize that your friends have gone. The same poses are taken, the same blips are represented, and the same laughter is heard. As you begin to break the surface of the pod, you see your girlfriend smiling as she sits next to you. Laughter follows. And then you see another person, dressed in a special government uniform. You see your government, which you thought was ever a friend.