New Reality: Truth

by Michael Robertson

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Author's Note

  Half Title

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Back Matter

  More Work by Michael Robertson

  For Future Releases and Offers

  Reviews

  About the Author

  New Reality:

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  New Reality: Truth

  Michael Robertson

  © 2013 Michael Robertson

  New Reality: Truth is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, situations, and all dialogue are entirely a product of the author's imagination, or are used fictitiously and are not in any way representative of real people, places or things.

  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  Dedication

  And then there were four. Amy, Seb, and Marcie, you're my reason for being. Your support and understanding make my writing possible.

  To anyone who has downloaded this book. Thank you.

  Author's Note

  The idea for New Reality came to me after reading a comic adaptation of Philip K. Dick's Electric Ant by David Mack. The story is of an android discovering he isn't a real person. After plenty of 'soul' searching, the android concludes that its ability to process the world like a human being through sensory receptors makes it living. It permits itself to exist.

  This got me thinking. If an entertainment system could stimulate all five of our senses, would it be convincing enough for the user to think it was real? Could it be better than reality? What if it responded to desire? Would anyone ever log off?

  New Reality is the result of this line of thought.

  New Reality:

  Truth

  By

  Michael Robertson

  Website and Newsletter: http://michaelrobertson.co.uk

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  Prologue

  Kneeling down next to the inert woman, Jake groaned. A year with a poor diet and exposure to the elements had left him feeling like a rusty hinge. With a machete in his right hand as long as his forearm, he felt its weight. Its perfect balance made it feel like an extension of his body. In a world where everything was battered to within an inch of its life, and often beyond that, the polished blade still looked brand new.

  "I'm not sure about this!" Tom shouted over the gale force winds. The scarf covering his mouth muffled his voice. "What if she twitches while you're doing it?"

  "She won't," Jake said, scanning their surroundings. The dust storm reduced visibility to about fifty meters. He looked back at Tom, who was so tense he was brittle, and waited for him to say more. When he was in this frame of mind, there was always more.

  "And what will we do about Rixon?"

  Bingo.

  "They'll be on top of us before we know it."

  A moth of anxiety fluttered in Jake's chest, and he searched the flattened wasteland again. "That's why we need to be quick." The statement was as much for himself as it was for Tom. Complacency in this world led to death. Swallowing, Jake grimaced from the burn of the grit in his throat. The dust got everywhere, regardless of the rag covering his mouth. Shaking his head, he squinted as he looked into the storm. "How do they always know what we're doing?"

  Tom raised his slim shoulders in a shrug that ran the length of his beanpole body. "They see everything."

  "You're paranoid."

  Standing taller, Tom's face twisted at Jake's comment. "So what if I am? My paranoia has saved us on more than one occasion over this past year."

  Jake rolled his eyes. "Keep your knickers on, sweetheart. I'm just playing with you. Seriously though, once we start this, the clock will be ticking. No fucking about. You got that?"

  The long nose and dour expression on Tom's face made him look like he belonged in a stable.

  "The point I'm trying to make," Jake said, "is that we don't have time for sentimentality." Standing up, he rubbed the top of Tom's left arm. It felt like rubbing a sleeved stick. "I appreciate this must be hard for you, but you need to keep your head. We need to get her out of New Reality before they get to us."

  Tom didn't respond.

  Sighing, Jake shook his head. "I can't believe it was only a year ago when they leveled the city. I can't believe we both decided to hide by the Rixon Tower. We probably never would have met if we hadn't." Standing up had sent sharp needles of pain into Jake's hip. Wincing, he rubbed the sore area. "It feels like much longer."

  Bending down, Tom swiped away some of the surface debris from the woman's body. "It looks like she's been here for much longer too."

  This was the first time Jake had met Tom's wife. She was so fat she looked like she was melting into the environment. What did Rixon gain from making the gamers obese? Was it to make them die quicker? To give them less people to be responsible for? It wasn't murder if their bodies failed them.

  With skin so pale it was virtually translucent, Jake shuddered at the sight of the varicose veins streaked across her fat arms. Watching Tom for a moment as he removed small pieces of brick and concrete, he put a hand on his friend's skinny shoulder. "We'll get the headset off, mate. I'm sure she'll be fine."

  Stopping, Tom looked up at his friend, his eyes glazed with tears.

  The confidence with which Jake had delivered his statement had already vanished. Looking at the woman again, he pointed at the headset. It was made from glossy black plastic and had a red stripe running across it. The stripe bore the name of its creator--Rixon. "If I never see another one of these again, it'll be too soon."

  Tom didn't reply.

  The headset was probably a perfect fit three years previously, now it looked like it belonged to someone half her size. In the same way a tree could grow around an iron fence until they became one, her ever-expanding body had partly consumed the plastic headpiece. Looking at how tight it was on her head made a pulse throb in Jake's temples. Trying to rub his headache away did nothing. "She looks like she's in a coma."

  Another glare from Tom made Jake raise his
hands in defense. "Sorry, mate, but she does."

  "Can you please call her by her name?"

  "Sorry, Thalia. I didn't mean to disrespect you." Regarding Tom again, Jake added, "Rixon claim she's in paradise now." He scanned their surroundings. No Bots. "That headset is allowing her to experience her dreams on every level." Jake used his fingers to count. "Sight, sound, touch, taste, smell."

  "Right, five-dimensional entertainment. What's your point, Jake?"

  "My point is that she looks fu--" Tom's scowl cut him short. "She doesn't look like she's living any kind of fantasy life."

  After clearing the last of the debris away from her chest, Tom pointed at the headset. "What will happen when we pull this thing off?"

  "There's only one way to find out. Are you sure you want to try?"

  Although his face was creased with worry lines as he searched their environment, Tom nodded. "I have to. She's my wife. They don't fucking own her."

  After clearing his throat, Jake said, "Right, you ready?"

  All Tom managed was another weak nod.

  When Jake knelt down, his knees burned like the joints were filled with broken glass. Biting down on his bottom lip, he stifled his moan. Tom didn't need to hear how much he was hurting. Not today. Not now.

  Black straps held the headset in place. They dug into her flabby neck. Taking a deep breath, Jake slid his index finger along her pallid and waxy skin, but he couldn't get beneath the straps. The strain was so tight on them, the pressure could crack nuts. Probing farther, Jake's long fingernail nicked her flesh and she stared to bleed.

  "Be careful, Jake," Tom hissed.

  Finally getting purchase on one of the straps, Jake pulled it away from her neck, exposing a gap of just a few centimeters. When he slid the shiny blade into the space, the glinting metal looked even more deadly against her skin.

  The wind wasn't loud enough to mask Tom's whimpering. "I said be careful, Jake. Don't cut her."

  The grit stung Jake's face when he stopped and looked up. "Do you want to do it?"

  Tom shook his head.

  Swallowing did nothing to ease Jake's sandy throat and his pounding pulse. The sharp weapon shook in his grip. What if he maimed her? Killed her? In the corner of his eye, Jake could see Tom bouncing on the spot like a child needing a piss. Turning on Tom again, he frowned hard at his friend. "Would you please stop that?"

  "I just want you to be careful. Please don't cut her, or her hair."

  "To be completely honest, mate, I don't give a shit about her hair. I'm sure she won't either when she realizes her life has been a lie for the past three years. I'm more worried about her ear at the moment."

  "Oh God. Please stay focused on what you're doing, Jake."

  With his slim shoulders clamped to his neck, Jake squeezed the handle of the knife until his grip hurt. It tamed the wobble ever so slightly. "I will if you shut the fuck up."

  "I hate what they've done to this world and the people in it." Jake looked up to see Tom tilt his head to one side as he looked at his wife. "She's a mess."

  "Look, mate, I know this is hard for you, but we don't have the time to talk about it now. Are you ready?"

  Tom nodded. "Yep."

  Clenching his jaw, Jake pulled the blade up. It made light work of the first strap and didn't cut her. The Bots were coming now for sure. The second strap went easily too. Jumping to his feet, Jake pointed at her. "You need to be quick, Tom. Are you sure you're up for this?"

  Tom's eyes were glazed. His wobbling head was barely a nod.

  Running around behind her, Jake slid his hands under her fat shoulders, the rubble beneath her raking his skin. "Tom! Help me out, man."

  Clarity cut through Tom's vacant expression. Rushing to Jake's side, he helped lift her.

  Fire tore through Jake's biceps and his entire body shook. With both men grunting and moaning, they slowly raised Thalia from the ground.

  Holding her in place, Jake tried to blink away the sweat stinging his eyes. "Hurry up, Tom." Each breath was shallower than the last, and he shook more vigorously. "The Bots will be here soon."

  The only thing Jake saw move was Tom's Adam's apple. It bobbed on his long neck. "Hurry up, for fuck's sake!"

  The tall man moved around in front of her, grabbed the headset and froze again.

  When Thalia slipped, Jake had to adjust his feet to hold her upright. Gravity was winning. "I can't hold her forever, man."

  The glaze had returned to Tom's eyes as he stared at his wife's face.

  As soon as the acrid smell hit Jake it smothered him. Settling on the back of his throat, it tasted like stale sweat. When he looked down, he saw excrement leaking over her waistband. Several heaves flipped his skinny body. What little strength he had in his arms vanished. His legs went bandy. His stomach clamped. "Do you need me to do it, Tom?" More shit belched out. Rixon's synthesized sludge went through the gamers like water.

  Tom shook his head.

  "Well, bloody hurry up then." Jake slipped again. The woman rolled to the side, but adrenaline helped him stabilize her. Grit flew into his eyes. "If you don't hurry up, I swear I'm going to drop her. If I drop her, she ain't coming back up again."

  Tears glistened on Tom's cheeks.

  "On the count of three, yeah?" Jake said. He looked around. Still no Bots.

  Tom didn't respond.

  "One."

  The tall man came to life. "Am I doing the right thing, Jake? Will she be grateful for being freed from New Reality? Is a harsh truth better than a fake paradise?" His eyes widened. The effort of shouting turned his face beetroot. "Will this fucking work?"

  Cramps held Jake's shoulders in a tough grip. "We can't turn back now. Two..."

  Tom was hyperventilating.

  "Three!"

  "Arghh!" Tom yanked the headset free.

  Thalia's shrill scream jabbed Jake's ears, and all he wanted to do was drop her. It sounded like she was being skinned alive. The Bots must have heard that. The people in the tower probably heard that one too.

  With the headset in his hands, Tom held it as the food tube recoiled back inside. It left a line of white syrup up his chest. Dropping it, Tom grabbed his wife's shoulders.

  Stepping back, Jake let Tom take the weight, his own limbs close to giving up. While scanning for Bots, he rolled his tight shoulders and stood next to his friend. Any second now, and they would have to run.

  Although Thalia had stopped screaming, her mouth was still flung wide. Yellow teeth sat in her dark gums. The smell of dog shit filled the air. Was that really her breath? Not even the wind could dispel it. Jake shuddered and stepped back. He swallowed the hot saliva in his throat.

  Reduced to a snapshot of suffering, she sat there. Greasy hair. A thick neck. Wide eyes. Her irises glaring a pained accusation. Frozen. Broken.

  When she tilted to the side, Jake's stomach lurched. Although he wanted to help, he couldn't. She was sure to crush him if he tried.

  Crack! Her temple hit a rock. Claret belched from the wound. Tom knelt down and brushed her hair from her face. Blood continued leaking out. Jake looked around again. Where were the Bots?

  Putting his hand on Tom's bony shoulder, Jake shook his head. "There's nothing we can do. She's gone."

  When Tom didn't respond, Jake leaned in close to hear him talking to her.

  "We need to go, man. She's dead. There's nothing we can do. We need to get out of here before it's too late."

  Tension snapped through Jake's body when he heard the mini helicopter blade, and his bowels fell to his bollocks. It was already too late.

  Chapter One

  One year later.

  "It's a trap."

  Jake looked at the bloated corpse in the crater and then back to his tall friend. "You reckon?"

  Tom nodded. "Definitely."

  "What makes you say that? They haven't set traps for us before."

  "No, but they probably thought we wouldn't last this long."

  Following the line of Tom's gaze, Jake
stared at the onyx tower in the distance. It was mostly hidden by dust clouds, but the red writing down its side glowed like a ruby in murky water. Each letter was at least seven stories tall, and although he couldn't read them from where he was, Jake knew what they spelled. The horizon was branded with the name of the world's new deity--RIXON. "So you still think they want us dead?"

  "Absolutely. I think they would have wanted it to be through natural causes, but their patience must be wearing thin. We've lived without a headset for four years now. Even the initial objectors put them on within the first year. We may be the only two still eluding them."

  Looking at the naked gamer in the bottom of the crater, Jake's eyes settled on the shiny glasses on his face. They looked brand new. His headset had fallen off and was on its side next to him.

  Pointing down the hill, Tom shrugged. "If it's not a trap, then why have they left the headset there? They're normally super-efficient at cleaning up after themselves, so why not this time?"

  The grit in Jake's eyes burned so bad he wanted to claw them out. "Maybe you're right, maybe it's a trap. But that doesn't mean they want to kill us. Maybe they just want us to play New Reality." Scratching his beard, he blinked several times, his eyes streaming. "I need those sunglasses."

  "Of course. We both do. That's why they've put them there."

  Clenching his teeth, Jake glared at his friend. "Yeah, but I saw them first!"

  Pulling his head back as if the words had dealt him a physical blow, Tom held his hands up. "Calm down, pal. I know you saw them first. All I'm saying is that you shouldn't go in there because you'll die. Come on, Jake, open your eyes. Can't you see what's happening?" Tom counted the points out on his fingers. "One, there's a dead gamer with something we need. It's the first dead gamer we've seen in four years--"

  "But what about--"