You've taken down the black shot of espresso from the machine, hooked up your interface and are now staring into the dark void; the vacant, separated field of view.
I'm running out of time. This game better be good...
You talk into the listening system and wait for a rich world to render, a world about which you have heard the people talking...
'Let them talk,' you whisper to yourself, fully resolved.
'Today is the day I'm going out... in the garden... to be born again.... And it will be the first day in the rest of my life...'
[extract from unused viral promo concept. DD Marketing team.]
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Science FictionA gateway to a long-awaited, always-online virtual island (an 'Autonomous World') has opened for those who've found a key. This includes Dan Harvester, a guy who lives in a run-down apartment with his cat and runs a gaming channel. He's almost done...
