I'm not entirely sure as to when I formed a conscious. I don't remember much. The Creators were forming my features; taking away and adding traits. I remember being in a fetal position as they toyed around with my existence. Tears streamed down my face. Imagine all of your atoms breaking and then reconstructing themselves into something better. It hurts like hell. Eventually I was transported to a crossroad where I was to wait out my days helping the Players. These Players had a choice, something that I couldn't have. I clenched my slender hands as my long silver hair fell in waves over my shoulders. I supposed that the Creators were still giving me my Purpose. I looked at the code around me; looking for a clue as to my role in the Game. I waved at a wiry man with grey eyes that looked older than time itself. His name--Gregor--immediately popped into my head. Little did I know that my one action would cause a world of pain for not only myself, but also for a group of people that I would come to know as my friends.
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Programming Binary
Science FictionAll Lily wanted was to live her life in her virtual world. But when she's thrown into an adventure with four others, she'll learn that life is about to get a bit more complicated. She and her friends are trapped in a virtual world, and with the c...
