Literature
USUK- Simulated
I met Arthur in a dream.
Or wait, that's not right. I met him in a simulation. A simulation so great it may as well have been a dream.
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My name is Alfred. Alfred F. Jones. I was sixteen when I entered the Human Intelligence and Endurance Testing Facility. My family, born into a poorer divide of the city, had needed the money the Facility offered for
test subjects. The particular subsection I was placed into was Simulation Room 1. It was a place, as the Programmers put it, for them to see how humans would react in different situations. It was a typically white room, with three pods, or Chambers, sitting in a triangle, my pod being t