仮想現実 Novels & Stories

* Picking up my dinner which consisted of a fried chicken and vegetables, I made my way over to the corner where our table sat. After my therapy session crashed and burned, I took a shower and cleared my head, burying the memories once again. “So Ava, how was your first day in RBMS?” Veronica asks picking on her burger and fries. “Eh, nothing much. Just a therapy session.” “Who’d you get as your therapist?” Connor asks with his arm over Veronica’s shoulder. “Hayley…something…” I forgot her surname. “Seriously!” Caleb exclaims and I give Rhea a look asking her to explain.

VALHALLA ENTERTAINMENTS: INVITATION TO PARADIGM A voice, smooth and androgynous, filled the quiet room. “Greetings, Candidate. Your unique cognitive and psychological profile has been flagged by our deep-net aspirant scan. You are hereby invited to participate in the closed beta of our premier experience: SURVIVAL PARADIGM.” Lyra’s brow furrowed. A game? She’d heard of Valhalla. They were the pioneers of full-sensory, neural-link virtualities. The most expensive, exclusive toys for the ultra-rich.

We sought to bridge the gap between the digital and the physical, harnessing the power of technology to enhance human connection and understanding. Our first step was to establish an institute dedicated to the research and development of ethical virtual reality applications. We assembled a team of experts from various disciplines, bringing together brilliant minds who shared our vision. Together, we would redefine the boundaries of what virtual reality could achieve, while ensuring that the potential risks and ethical considerations were carefully addressed.

He felt like a sticky, warm and stupid ball of sap. "Goodnight to you too, Uri." - Virtual reality is such a strange phenomenon. It makes you question your morals, true character, and your memory. Did it really happen? Or, did your hopelessly hopeful mind conjure it, the way it conjured the red string? If everything really happened, does that mean Erin is becoming a product of warmth because of a real person? And, Uriel is learning to sway to the rhythm of lax because of a certain raven haired man? That they both have a real bond that was being nurtured ever so carefully?

The break was brief—just long enough for cool champagne to be pressed to Lila’s lips and for gentle fingers to wipe the sweat from her brow. Victor and Jade moved around her like they’d choreographed this a hundred times, murmuring praise that made her float even as her body still trembled from the last orgasm. “Look at her,” Jade said softly, tracing a fingertip through the mess Victor had left across Lila’s back. “Absolutely perfect.” Victor returned from the toy table with a sleek black plug—medium sized, tapered, with a gleaming emerald jewel at the base that matched Jade’s gown. He held it up so Lila could see.

My name was Germaine Shaw. I'd just graduated from college, and my plain résumé made my job-seeking journey challenging. I'd lost the only job I'd managed to get after the internship ended because I'd turned down my superior's attempts to harass me sexually. The difficulties faced in my job search got me down. I stayed at home all day, demotivated and depressed. One day, while doom-scrolling, a new game caught my eye. "This is a romance game where you have all the freedom you need. Meet your destined half in the virtual world—set yourself free and release your pent-up desires!"

Something real? Something that could change our lives forever?