When I left the image zone of the Reality Show; I felt like I had failed a mission.
Stepping out of a combat perception back into my personal body (my eye view); finding so many mission objectives lost.
Not long ago, my advance in power had meant only successful missions.
I was growing weaker. How do you live with that?
It did not help that I had no forward leads. Staying close to this place might help, but it was nothing like home.
My previous life of reviewing mission vids and files came back. I reviewed all the details of Reality Show that my friend had been associated with.
I had fitful dreams about some of the participants been watched by Fate Rendering beings. Beings that were speculative and detached (or maybe just so different that we were just curiosities).
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