Reality Shift
"Yeah, I'm Trent," lied Isaac. Hopefully she would leave soon, before things devolved into some sort of Freaky Friday script. If she started pressing him for information he didn't know, this could get really awkward, really fast. Still, it'd be easier in the long run if she believed him to be Trent, instead of trying to explain that he was really someone else in Trent's body.
"Oh, I was so worried," she said, with a sigh of relief. "I thought we'd lost you when the server went down. You... don't know anything about that, do you?" she asked, eyeing him quizzically.
"No, I have no idea what happened," Isaac said, with complete honesty. "Do you?"
"Not even remotely," she said, shaking her head. "Looks like it'll be awhile before the server is back online again. So, what do we do now?"
"Uhhh," said Isaac, stalling for time as fear gripped his stomach. "Why don't we, uhh... well, so why did you come looking for me?"
"To make sure you were okay, Trent. It looks like someone messed with the Array index. When you and Alistair downloaded yourselves into the server, the whole thing went down. We were barely able to prevent it from shutting down entirely."
"Dang... So, uhh, is Alistair okay?" asked Isaac, fishing for information.
"Yeah, he's fine," she replied, nodding her head. "He's a bit shaken up, but other than that, he's perfectly fine. I have to admit, when IT wanted you guys to perform a security check from the inside, I didn't think it would be so dangerous."
"Yeah," agreed Isaac, parroting her emotions. "So, uhh... are we done for the day?"
"What a silly question," she said, with a laugh. "You know that they'd never let you go home early, even if an accident did happen. Sit back down, and I'll connect you to the next server."
"I... umm, okay," said Isaac, darting his eyes around the room. It wasn't what he wanted to do, but he'd pretty much trapped himself into this situation. Of course, he was only trapped in the sense that doing anything else would be suspicious...
"Oh, I was so worried," she said, with a sigh of relief. "I thought we'd lost you when the server went down. You... don't know anything about that, do you?" she asked, eyeing him quizzically.
"No, I have no idea what happened," Isaac said, with complete honesty. "Do you?"
"Not even remotely," she said, shaking her head. "Looks like it'll be awhile before the server is back online again. So, what do we do now?"
"Uhhh," said Isaac, stalling for time as fear gripped his stomach. "Why don't we, uhh... well, so why did you come looking for me?"
"To make sure you were okay, Trent. It looks like someone messed with the Array index. When you and Alistair downloaded yourselves into the server, the whole thing went down. We were barely able to prevent it from shutting down entirely."
"Dang... So, uhh, is Alistair okay?" asked Isaac, fishing for information.
"Yeah, he's fine," she replied, nodding her head. "He's a bit shaken up, but other than that, he's perfectly fine. I have to admit, when IT wanted you guys to perform a security check from the inside, I didn't think it would be so dangerous."
"Yeah," agreed Isaac, parroting her emotions. "So, uhh... are we done for the day?"
"What a silly question," she said, with a laugh. "You know that they'd never let you go home early, even if an accident did happen. Sit back down, and I'll connect you to the next server."
"I... umm, okay," said Isaac, darting his eyes around the room. It wasn't what he wanted to do, but he'd pretty much trapped himself into this situation. Of course, he was only trapped in the sense that doing anything else would be suspicious...