by Randy Nargi
His dad had played C&B in high school and at various times when Justin was growing up, his dad had tried to get Justin into it, but the game seemed way too complex and boring.
Now he kind of wished that he had given C&B a try. Might have given him a leg up here.
The elevator arrived at its destination and they walked out into another corridor which looked similar to the one where Justin’s room was.
“Slight detour,” Wyatt said. “I didn’t have breakfast this morning.”
He led Justin through a pair of double doors into a small lounge set up with tables and chairs and a counter with breakfast stuff.
“Continental breakfast is included?” Justin smirked.
“Don’t laugh. The cinnamon buns are awesome. And this might just be the last decent food you get for a while. I hope you like gruel.”
Wyatt got himself a coffee and a cinnamon bun, but Justin chose a banana instead.
“So we have a sense of taste here?” Justin asked. “I was wondering about that.”
“Give it a try.”
Justin peeled the banana part way and held it up to his nose. It certainly smelled real. He broke off a bit and popped it into his mouth. It tasted just like a normal banana although one that was perfectly ripe.
“Amazing,” he said.
“You like?”
“How does it simulate all those thousands of taste buds?”
Wyatt shook his head. “You forget. This is all you.”
He was right, of course. Justin had forgotten for a second. The breakthrough Loneskum-Alexander had made was being able to stimulate the brain’s sensory areas and then orchestrate those sensations between different players. That’s what the quantum computers were for. And the stim-pods: brain-to-computer interfaces. So really, it was Justin’s own brain that was interpreting the taste of the banana.
“Mind blown,” he said.
Wyatt laughed. “Yeah, don’t try to think about it too much. The good news is that we’re almost done with the testing.”
“What? I thought we were supposed to be going to some ‘testing lounge,’ right?”
“I kind of lied. This whole thing has been the testing lounge. And calibration of all your senses. We just did taste, so there’s only two more tests.”
Justin thought about it. Since he woke up, he had seen, heard, felt, smelled, and now tasted. He wasn’t exactly sure what the other tests might be.
“This one is actually another mind blower,” Wyatt said. “So in the paracosm there’s one more sense. They told you about this, right?”
“Game sense?”
“Yeah, we call it ‘the data overlay’ or just ‘overlay’ for short. It’s the additional sense that enables the gaming aspect of OmniWorld. Ready to check it out?”
“Yeah, let’s do this.”
“So what you want to do is focus on something—like the banana…”
“Just stare at it?”
“Yeah, you can stare but you can also say the name of the thing to yourself. That kind of helps when you’re learning how to overlay.”
“Ok, I’m staring at the banana and thinking about it. Nothing’s happening.”
“Now kind of roll your eyes up without moving your head. I know it sounds weird, but that’s the trigger they came up with.”
Justin stared at the banana, said the word ‘banana’ to himself, and tried to roll his eyes up.
“Still nothing.”
“Keep focusing on the banana. And the eye roll thing is real gentle—”
All of a sudden, a translucent panel appeared over the banana—kind of like a dialog bubble in a comic book. It read:
:::::. Banana (fruit). Edible .:::::
“I see it!”
“You do? Cool. Now blink to get rid of it.”
Justin blinked, and the overlay faded away.
“Now let’s try something a bit more fun,” Wyatt said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something the size of a walnut. When he placed it on the counter, Justin saw that it was some sort of necklace, a piece of crystal with a hole bored into it. The crystal was strung on to a length of leather cord.
“What is it?”
“You tell me.”
Justin nodded. He stared at the crystal and told himself ‘crystal’ and then did the little eye roll thing. The overlay popped up:
:::::. Glowstone (magical item). Provides a glow of light in a 10’ radius. Usable .:::::
This was amazing!
“Glowstone!” Justin said.
“Your first magic item.”
“Can I keep it?”
“Unfortunately, no. Everything here is for demonstration purposes only. Except the banana. You can actually eat that.”
“What’s next?”
“Well, you were curious about me, right? Overlay me. I don’t mind.”
Justin focused on Wyatt and triggered the overlay. This was getting easier.
:::::. Wyatt. (NPC-Admin). Friendly .:::::
“I knew it! You are an NPC.”
“Busted.”
They both laughed.
“That’s freaking awesome.”
“Yeah, it is. Now if I was a player, you’d see some more info and if we were grouped, you could see even more. Health. Spell effects. Stuff like that.”
“Cool.”
“Okay, last one. This time do yourself.”
“How do I do that?”
“Same way. Just focus on yourself and trigger. You can say ‘me’ if you want. Easy.”
Justin thought about himself, rolled his eyes, and then found himself staring at a new overlay:
:::::. Justin Boone. (Undefined). Level: undefined. Profession: undefined. Health: undefined. Combat action: undefined. Combat opposition: undefined. Magic action: undefined. Magic opposition: undefined. Experience: undefined .:::::
“It all says ‘undefined’—”
“Yup. Working as intended. According to the game, you’re undefined. But we’ll take care of that in a bit.”
“I’m also not crazy about the UI. It’s just a big list.”
“Yeah, there are a lot of fields for player records. But you can filter the display once you get more up to speed on overlaying. For example, you could just filter for skills and then the overlay would just show your skills. If you had any, of course. That make sense?”
“I guess.”
“You’ll have plenty of time to practice. We’ve got one last test here and then we’ll go discover which profession you are. Cool?”
“Sure.”
Wyatt walked closer and looked Justin right in the eye. “This is actually my favorite test. Pain calibration.”
“Pain, what—?”
Before Justin could finish his thought, Wyatt’s fist smashed into his face. He felt his nose crunch and a sharp pain exploded between his eyes.
Then he blacked out.
When he woke up, he was sprawled on a cool stone floor in some sort of large chamber. He sat up and felt his face. Sucker-punched by that asshole Wyatt.
But his face wasn’t sore at all. He gingerly touched his nose. No pain. No broken bones. Okay. Not bad.
Justin stood up and looked around. This was some sort of ceremonial hall with statues and pillars and tapestries. It almost looked like a medieval cathedral in here.
“Behold the Hall of Choosing!” a deep voice called from behind him.
Justin whipped around to see an old man wearing robes, and a cloak, and a satin skullcap. The man had long white hair and a long white beard. It was all a bit much.
“Who are you supposed to be? Dumbledore? Gandalf? Obi-Wan?”
“Didn’t you just learn how to overlay?” the old man asked.
Justin stared at him. Old man. Eye roll. Boom.
:::::. Wyatt, Magister of the Choosing (NPC). Friendly .:::::
“Wyatt? That you?” Justin moved closer and examined the man’s face. It looked like Wyatt’s face, but about fifty years older.
“Freaky, hu
h? I get to play the Magister sometimes. Hey, sorry about the pain test. They make me do that. No hard feelings, huh?”
Justin felt his jaw tighten. Time for a little payback.
“Nope. None at all—”
Then Justin launched himself at Wyatt, slamming his fist into the old man’s furry face.
But it didn’t work.
Justin’s fist passed right through Wyatt’s face. It was like trying to punch a ghost.
Wyatt cackled, “Yeah, you can’t be doing that. No attacking of friendlies. The controller doesn’t allow it. We can spar if you want, but it has to be mutual.”
“Is that like dueling?”
“Yeah, but no dying and no real damage.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll initiate,” Wyatt said. “It’s a voice command. The trigger word is ‘spar’ and you just say the person’s name afterwards. Then you have to agree. Ready?”
Justin nodded.
Wyatt said, “Spar with Justin.”
Immediately an overlay popped up:
:::::. Wyatt has invited you to spar (first hit). Accept? .:::::
“It’s asking me if I want to accept,” Justin said. “How do I respond?”
“It’s all voice. Just say ‘yes.’ Unless you’ve chickened out.”
“What does ‘first hit’ mean?”
“It means the first one to land a hit wins.”
“Okay,” Justin said. Then a bit louder he said, “I accept the challenge.”
A glowing circle of light appeared on the ground. It was fifteen or twenty feet in diameter. Then Justin heard a disembodied voice count down “5…4…3…2…1… Begin!”
Wyatt stepped into the circle, his hands raised like a boxer. He was grinning like an old madman.
Justin couldn’t help smiling himself. This was super fun. He darted in and swung at Wyatt’s jaw.
In a blur of speed, Wyatt pivoted, evading Justin’s punch. He then spun and slammed his elbow into Justin’s temple. There was a blinding flash of pain and everything went black.
Some time later, Justin woke up. He was sprawled on the stone floor, in the same large chamber. Old man Wyatt was standing above him, reaching out to help him up.
“You’re oh for two, bro,” Wyatt said.
“Tell me about it.”
Wyatt clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. It was kind of a cheat. You’re still an undefined character, so you don’t have any combat skill.”
“Gee, thanks for that.”
“Well, we’re going to remedy that right now. It’s time to figure out what your profession is.” Wyatt led him to the far end of the hall where a line of seven marble statues stood.
“You’re still wanting to go to Greystrand, right?” Wyatt asked. “Because these are all keyed to that world.”
Justin nodded and moved closer to the first statue. It was of a brawny young man holding a battle axe and a shield. A polished gold plaque at the base of the statue read “guardian knight.”
Wyatt said, “You can overlay it if you want. There’s some basic info, but not a ton.”
Justin focused on the statue:
:::::. Guardian knight. Role: defense. Domain: combat .:::::
“I don’t think that either combat classes will pop for you. No offense, but no one’s going to mistake you for a linebacker, right?”
“What do you mean?”
Wyatt hesitated for a moment. “Didn’t they brief you on professions?”
Justin shook his head. He couldn’t remember any special briefing on professions. He knew that there were different character classes, of course. But not much beyond that. He told Wyatt so.
“Okay. Here’s the crash course. OmniWorld is a CGE. You know what that is?”
“No,” Justin said.
“It stands for ‘Cooperative Gaming Environment’ and it basically means that all the game worlds—not just Greystrand—are designed to promote the idea of players all working together. It’s all kind of touchy-feely: cooperation, not competition. But that’s what the psychologists believe works best.”
“But you can still solo, right?”
“Technically, every player has agency, so you can do whatever you want, but the reality of it is that the game controller wants players to work together. If you solo, you advance slower, have less fun, and are more likely to die. They did tell you about the death clause, right?”
Justin certainly remembered the death clause. They made a big deal of it during the briefings. Every player knew that they had unlimited deaths until they hit level five. Once you reached level five, it was three strikes and you’re out. Contract terminated. No million-dollar payout. Plus, every one of those three deaths after level five meant a character wipe. You had to start from scratch with no memories.
“Okay, so I get the whole cooperative gaming thing,” Justin said. “But what does it have to do with choosing my character class?”
“That’s the thing. You don’t get to choose.”
“Well, that sucks!” Justin really wanted to be a battle mage, not some stupid cleric or thief.
“The game controller assigns you a profession—based on a bunch of things, including your physical and mental aptitude, your personality and psychological profiles, and profession supply and demand within the game world.”
Now that Wyatt explained that all, Justin had a vague recollection of hearing something about that. But the briefing sessions hadn’t been game-specific, so the whole idea about being assigned a character class hadn’t sunk in.
He sighed. “Well, let’s get this over with then. What do I have to do?”
“Nothing really. Just step in front of each statue and see which one pops for you.”
“Great.”
The next statue in the line was an enchanter.
:::::. Enchanter. Role: defense/utility. Domain: magic .:::::
He stood in front of it for a moment, but nothing happened.
“Keep going. If it pops, you’ll know it right away,” Wyatt said.
Another brawny-looking statue was next. This one had a longsword. The plaque read simply “warrior.” Pretty generic.
:::::. Warrior. Role: offense. Domain: combat .:::::
When Justin stepped in front of it, nothing happened. Probably for the best.
“Three down, four to go,” said Wyatt.
Glancing over at the next statue, Justin saw that it was obviously a magic-user, but not the typical lanky wizard type. The statue was of a tall, buff guy with an aggressive stance. He glared down at Justin like he was just about to blast him with a fireball. This is the class Justin wanted to be:
:::::. Battle mage. Role: offense. Domain: magic .:::::
Heart pounding, Justin forced himself to walk in front of the statue of the battle mage. He held his breath and… nothing.
“Crap!”
“You wanted battle mage?”
“Of course I wanted battle mage. Who wouldn’t?”
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Wyatt said. “Professions aren’t a real big deal in the long run.”
“I have a hard time believing that.”
“And I’ll let you in on a little behind-the-scenes secret. You want to hear it now or once we’re done here?”
“Is this secret a hack that will let me be a battle mage?”
“No, something better.”
“Whatever, then. Tell me now.”
“Well, now I’m not so sure that I should. You have a lot of anger in you…”
“Wyatt!”
“Okay, okay. I’ll tell you right after you step in front of the next statue. It’s the healer, and I have a good feeling about this.”
“No freaking way! I do not want to be a healer. I’ll commit suicide and re-roll.”
“Wouldn’t matter. The controller would probably assign you healer again. Unless, of course, we had a glut of healers for some reason.”
“This sucks. Have I mentioned that?”
Justin stomped over
to the statue of the healer and didn’t even bother to overlay it. Thankfully, nothing happened. He was spared. Whew.
“Well, I guess I was wrong,” Wyatt said. “Funny, I would have bet my life that you were destined to be a healer.”
“Thank god for small miracles. Now tell me this behind-the-scenes secret. You promised.”
“Fair enough. So here’s the thing. The game controller wants you to be happy and have a good experience in the game world. Makes sense, right?”
“I guess so.” Everyone who applied to this first public beta of OmniWorld—all two million—had super high expectations. If there was bad word-of-mouth about the whole thing after this first group of five thousand beta testers got out, it could really hurt Loneskum-Alexander.
“So the little secret is that 99.9% of players end up loving the profession that’s chosen for them. That’s actual data, by the way. I’m not exaggerating.”
Justin sniffed. “I’m having a hard time believing that.”
“Believe what you want, but you’ll see. It might take a couple of weeks.”
“Everyone wants to decide their own fate,” Justin said. “It’s human nature.”
“You do get to decide your own fate, believe me. This is all about helping you realize your potential. But enough yakking. You’ve got two more possibilities.”
“You make it sound like Russian roulette,” Justin said. Then he stepped in front of the next statue.
There was a flash of light and a loud whooshing sound and Justin found himself on top of the pedestal.
Chapter Two
He had taken the place of the statue.
“Congratulations, you’re a sage!” Wyatt said.
“A what?”
“Focus on yourself.”
For a second, Justin thought Wyatt meant for him to check himself out, so he looked down and saw that he was dressed in some sort of medieval costume with leggings and a tunic and short leather boots. From a thick leather belt hung various pouches and a scabbard with a short sword. He also wore some sort of cross-body belt. A baldric, it was called. Although he wasn’t exactly sure how he knew that.
Then he brought up his own overlay:
:::::. Justin Boone. (Player). Level: 1. Profession: sage. Health: 7. Combat action: 1. Combat opposition: 1. Magic action: 0. Magic opposition: 2. Lore: 5, Knowledge: 10. Experience: 0 .:::::
