Reality Shift
Isaac ducked into the door on his left, and shut it behind him.
"I don't think they saw you. They'll have to check the building room by room. That should buy us enough time to sort out this mess," said the voice, with relief. "With the evidence that you sent me, we should be able to put away Alistair and Lacy for a long time."
"You... are Trent, aren't you?" he added, giving Isaac a confused look.
"Oh, umm, yeah, absolutely. Who else could it be?" bumbled Isaac, wondering how much the stranger knew.
"Wrong answer," he replied, pulling out a gun. "That's not the code phrase we agreed on. Nice try, but you are not Trent."
"Oh God, don't shoot me!" yelled Isaac, flinching away from the revolver. "I'm not Trent! I'm not Trent! I don't know what's going on! When the server went offline, we found a username connected to the system, and so Vince uploaded me to see what would happen and now I'm in Trent's body, but I am more than willing to leave, just don't shoot me!"
"You're... not Alistair, either, are you?" he said, lowering the gun. "You... you're from the server. Oh man, this is perfect! Trent's attack wasn't enough to crash the servers, but it still bought us enough time to take his body away from Alistair! Alright, so we just have to... what's your name?"
"I'm Isaac."
"Hi, Isaac, I'm Evan. I'm a programmer. Do you have a house? I'm totally increasing your allotted server space. Do you know how to hook yourself up to one of these things?" he asked, pointing at a machine similar to the one he'd first found himself wearing. Isaac shook his head no. "Alright, I'll hook you up, you type the address for pod 0001 of Hub Central into the command bar there, the one below the chat bar. We don't have much time if security manages to get lucky. They're probably checking the main exits and large hallways, but it's only a manner of time before they sweep the building."
Isaac nodded, still very confused but glad to have found someone who would issue him orders. He typed in the address, and hit enter. The screen shifted to show yet another pod room, although the occupant of this room looked a lot like Trent's body.
"Evan says he's glad you made it to the rendezvous point," typed Isaac, as Evan applied wiring to his temples.
"Evan says? Then who are you?" asked Trent.
"I'm the guy who took your body," typed Isaac. "I'd say I'm sorry, but it somehow turned out better this way. Evan says I was able to prevent Alistair from taking it when your attack failed, and... ummm, something about how he and Lacy will be arrested soon. He's talking faster than I can type."
"I don't think they saw you. They'll have to check the building room by room. That should buy us enough time to sort out this mess," said the voice, with relief. "With the evidence that you sent me, we should be able to put away Alistair and Lacy for a long time."
"You... are Trent, aren't you?" he added, giving Isaac a confused look.
"Oh, umm, yeah, absolutely. Who else could it be?" bumbled Isaac, wondering how much the stranger knew.
"Wrong answer," he replied, pulling out a gun. "That's not the code phrase we agreed on. Nice try, but you are not Trent."
"Oh God, don't shoot me!" yelled Isaac, flinching away from the revolver. "I'm not Trent! I'm not Trent! I don't know what's going on! When the server went offline, we found a username connected to the system, and so Vince uploaded me to see what would happen and now I'm in Trent's body, but I am more than willing to leave, just don't shoot me!"
"You're... not Alistair, either, are you?" he said, lowering the gun. "You... you're from the server. Oh man, this is perfect! Trent's attack wasn't enough to crash the servers, but it still bought us enough time to take his body away from Alistair! Alright, so we just have to... what's your name?"
"I'm Isaac."
"Hi, Isaac, I'm Evan. I'm a programmer. Do you have a house? I'm totally increasing your allotted server space. Do you know how to hook yourself up to one of these things?" he asked, pointing at a machine similar to the one he'd first found himself wearing. Isaac shook his head no. "Alright, I'll hook you up, you type the address for pod 0001 of Hub Central into the command bar there, the one below the chat bar. We don't have much time if security manages to get lucky. They're probably checking the main exits and large hallways, but it's only a manner of time before they sweep the building."
Isaac nodded, still very confused but glad to have found someone who would issue him orders. He typed in the address, and hit enter. The screen shifted to show yet another pod room, although the occupant of this room looked a lot like Trent's body.
"Evan says he's glad you made it to the rendezvous point," typed Isaac, as Evan applied wiring to his temples.
"Evan says? Then who are you?" asked Trent.
"I'm the guy who took your body," typed Isaac. "I'd say I'm sorry, but it somehow turned out better this way. Evan says I was able to prevent Alistair from taking it when your attack failed, and... ummm, something about how he and Lacy will be arrested soon. He's talking faster than I can type."