Minecraft: Virtual Reality

The Final Chapter | The Codex

All these thoughts ended up becoming anger. I knew I needed to take my anger out on something. I looked at the headset, then my window, which was open. I took the headset and violently tossed it out the window. I heard the crash, feeling some delight. I looked at my PC. That was my start of really getting into gaming. But that life was dead now. I unplugged it, and I picked up the tower, slamming it onto the ground. But it wouldn't break. I opened the case, and I quickly started to break the insides. I ripped out wiring, snapped some panels, crushed the bigger parts. Eventually, I just stopped, crying like I did when I was six. I heard a familiar voice, my mom's voice, "Mitchell?" I turned toward her, with tears all over my face.

    "What's wrong?" she asked, walking over to me. She kneeled next to me, rubbing my back.

    "Natalie . . ." That was all I really needed to say. She knows everything about the events of the Minecraft VR. I at first would refuse to tell people what happened, but then the F.B.I. saw the Twitch livestream, so they debriefed me. They had me tell them everything, and eventually that info went public. The Notch in real life died of a microwave aimed at his brain, just as the police were apprehending him. Apparently, the whole time that he'd been Herobrine, his body was being kept alive by machines. And, basically, he couldn't really upload his consciousness to the game. He could only convert his consciousness into codes and be immortal inside the game. But if his body died, then that would be the end of him for good. And that's what happened. I don't get, though, why he did an intensified microwave brain scan. (It was 2020, people! Why so surprised that we have X-rays better than radiation?)

    "Look, Mitchell, I know you loved her. I know your emotions are eating you up inside, but you have to move on." I didn't listen to her. "She's in a coma and may never wake up. Her parents are considering pulling the plug on her in a few months if she doesn't wake up! Listen, you had your time with her, so cherish that time. Don't wait for her! Just think about the joy you had when she was around . . . and keep your options open."

    "That doesn't make me feel any better, mom! I'm not gonna just forget her!"

    "And I'm not telling you to. I'm just saying, don't get your hopes up, in case she doesn't wake up. Okay?" She kissed me on the head, then quickly started to walk out of the room.

    "Hey, mom?" She stopped, then turned around. "Can I go visit Natalie at the hospital?"

    "Sure, if you take a shower and put some decent clothes on! I'm not letting you become washed up at seventeen!"

    "Almost eighteen," I told her. She ignored me, walking out of the room. Ever since I got into gaming, I haven't talked to her much. She doesn't know what I do and don't like to hear anymore, because I shut myself out from her. And my dad. I would get home from school with all A's, then go into my room, finish my homework, and then play an MMORPG called Magicka all night. If it was ever dinnertime, I would tell my dad to bring it up. That was in the past, though. I needed to look toward the future.

After I freshened up, I picked up Steven and drove us to the hospital Natalie was being held in. We went in. We walked toward the back of the lobby where the elevator was. We went into the elevator and pressed the 76 button. When the doors finally opened, we got out, turning right. To the left side of us, there was a plaque that said Natalie Walker. We walked in. And there she was, in the bed right next to the window. She was still wearing her headset, though. I told them that it was safe to take the headset off, but they said that since the neuro stimulus (which uses an electromagnetic wave to stimulate the nerves and neurons) was still active, so taking the headset off could damage her brain. But I was the one who figured out the science of the headset, and I wouldn't build it if I knew it could damage someone's brain. The electromagnetic pulses aren't strong enough to damage someone's brain. The pulses are minor, which is why the neuro stimulus has to be against the back of the neck. We walked over to Natalie's bed. She slept beautifully. I guess she was really getting her . . . beauty sleep. I didn't know how I could be thinking humorous seeing her in a coma. I don't know, I guess she makes me happy enough to forget about these stupid emotions bottled inside me.