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There were fried eggs boiling on the sidewalk. Dwight spun around in circles, a dried out husk in a desert.

He was in the middle of what use to be Mississippi not to long ago; now the lush trees and seaside were replaced by endless sand and dune valleys.

Dwight paused, an image rose over the horizon in the shape of a women.

He reached for her and she pulled away, playing a game.

Cat and mouse, man and women, they danced their way to the edge of an abyss...

The VR simulation ended in another failure.

One more dead.

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