I appear in one of my middle school classrooms. I'm drawing the real world as I see it. I draw my own toes. I draw the view from the rooftop which is difficult to hide my presence from kids on the field. I later as the sun sets walk home and down the hill, over the heads of skating kids controlled by strings of their father. There are fields of grass as the road turns towards what is usually the mailbox. You are stunned by a fake hotel employee and forced to become a temporary soldier at the end of your life for the case of hacking into a device. The interior is an entire world. You have weapons that are suited for you based on your last history, such as childhood. I felt like an animal who only needed to care about survival. I felt like an athlete. Many areas were quite beautiful. Everything was organized into cubes in a three dimensional hex grid, though there was plenty of non uniformity. Shelves in the walls of square rooms. Walls of curtains with windows behind them looking out into bridges, industrial zones, or train lines with graffiti. I worked with others also captured. We went through floors and walls many times. Though when reaching the surface my body was exhausted. I couldn't fly anymore. When I called for help cameras could see me. I was destroyed by many weapons. Game over screen. It flashes off. I wake up in mv bed.