[Round 1, Day 4] promise I'll be kind

[trollofthree]

Characters: Gino and YOU
Format: Any
This log is: OPEN
Location: Everywhere.
Summary: [palette swap] Ordering a present for Anya: a day's wait at in the lobby. Realising you've got a camera just in time for everyone to go multicoloured: priceless.
Warnings: Gino.

[Gino is just wandering around the campus, camera in hand, taking photos of everyone for posterity. There's already several of him, in several fetching shades of blue, so you're not alone. Say cheese, he's just snapped a shot of you!]

Comments

[summerstars]

She could hear the disbelief. Not even she was so deaf to emotion in a voice she couldn't pick up on that. She supposed she could even understand the reaction; if you weren't the least bit familiar with simulation technology, it would seem rather far-fetched.

"Gino... At home, there's laws for how 'real' simulations are allowed to be, at least to the public, and there's a reason for that." Grenn fell silent for a moment, face drawn. "There's some prison sentences that're carried out in simulations... prolonged death-sentences, really, as the person is firstly completely convinced the situation's real, and that sense of reality adds to the stress..."

She shrugged and rubbed her face.
"I don't know. They're probably not after killing us, but we were the 'beta' batch, right? If we had actually died, if our brains had given up from round zero, they'd have known their 'students' can't take that strain, and could avoid it for later rounds."

In a way, she hoped she was wrong. What was even the reason for doing crap like this? But she'd been in that computer room, and while actually getting to the programming in a simulation was actually harder than doing so for a video game, it wasn't impossible.