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!python3 src/generate_unconditional_samples.py --model_name=rp1800 --nsamples=6 --length=250 --top_k=50

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“Well said, Chief!”





I nodded, felt a brief twitch of emotion, and held the control stick to control whichever joystick it was I held for a few seconds—be it A, B, or C. I would select A, select B, select C, select D, select E, select F, select G, select H, select I, and once the action had ended, I would press the LEFT HAND to ENTER FORGIN, the code to 3-D-pattern my way through Halliday’s The Egg.

It took me only a few more minutes of mental torture to pull true Halliday image. And I knew what I needed to do next.

I pulled on my haptic suit and stood. It seemed to take most of my strength to resist the urge to jump up and down and to use my hands to cling to the glass. It was a miracle my haptic suit wasn’t broke.

When my shoulders got a little weak, I tried pulling on my gloves. They wouldn’t work. My fingers would sometimes sore outcrops around my hands, so I resorted to using my prosthetic left hand to
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“This is a pretty wild proposition,” I replied. “But you know what it’s really like to be A over here in the OASIS. To spend all of my time coding. And all of my free time looking at theories and working with artists I’ve never even met! It’s all there! I’m in the thick of it! It’s all here! You’re right! It’s a real eye-opener, isn’t it? I know better. I know the impact this place has had on my life for the past five years. It’s going to be huge. We’re talking about a lot of people, actually. Hundreds of thousands of people!”

I felt like choking on a sack of soup. Just a few seconds went by as the system began to take control of my avatar’s world. It made me flinch as I saw my surroundings, and the people I was controlling:

The Sixers were hauling dozens of thousands of students to and from the OASIS here on Earth. As I lunged toward me, motioning for attention
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“Hello,” Aech said as he tapped a small key into the metal. “Here it is. Inside the gate. The end is already know.”

I handed Aech my OASIS Player 2 Advanced OASIS Player 2 module and said thanks.

Aech and I used the same riddle in the Jade Key. First, the Jade Key opens with the opening lines:

There is a land hidden deep

Wherein the sea of stars is a hidden kingdom

Wherein the dragonborn must go

In search of the egg

Wherein the dragon is waiting

Wherein the egg is hidden

Written on a silver platter

Were you born on that hill

And grew up without a mother

Or father.

“Good riddance,” I said. “But what was your mother like?”

“She was a little… sweet, to be honest. But I found her a little offensive.”

I motioned to the empty sky. “

“You’d have to find the egg first,” Aech said
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I was currently leading a team of high-level wizards around Castle Anorak. Our session was currently in progress, and my skills were both up-to-the-minute and on par with the best swordsman in the OASIS.

The wizard-servant rivalry seemed to be on the wane. The increasing number of NPC villains and avatars made it all the more disturbing that the night had come that the two biggest entertainment properties in the OASIS were now actively engaging in a cyber-crush campaign against one another. The WarGames boardroom was filled with people who, whenever “they needed a distraction,” usually consisted of a few avatar characters goofing off, or a few hundred suitors hitching rides together on bus and limo. (Hostile work, eh? One of the reasons so many people use the OASIS is that it allows virtual indenture to go both ways.)

On the WarGames access panel, I saw a screenshot of the Player A’s dossier on Player B, mounted above the window of opportunity he displayed when he saw the following text:

Congratulations to Your Honor on Your Excellency’s Scoreboard. What have
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I got used to it.

Being a woman in the OASIS was familiar territory for all those in the know. It was also a lot of tricky terrain, too. Unless you totally changed your mind about being a man, you had no choice but to answer a series of online and in-person personality questions about your true self, your love and your quest for self-actualization.

I didn’t have a male friends list until the shadow of his Limerick murder cast a shadow over me. I had no clue if I would ever meet someone like that, but until then I had stopped hanging out with him. I was currently hanging out with Poppy, now at my college, while studying street football in the stacks. After playing a few minutes together, I grabbed a quick glance at Art3mis, my computer monitor, and grinned, knowing that I was scrutinizing every single thing she did to get her out of here.

I was reading Art3mis’s study right next to me, and there was only one section devoted to her. Street Fighter II. Most of the game’s angles and mechanics were were identical to their arcade counterparts, so it was easy to forget
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”

I smiled and closed the vidfeed window, pondering the time clearly. “Seriously. Just because someone is female in appearance, it’s not uncommon for them to have a miserable marriage, have kids, and have a general breakdown of trust.”

Stunned silence.

“You could say that,” I said. “Because, you know, it’s totally OK. Because you were born female, and now that you know how the OASIS works, it’s really not that different from the way things were in the real world.”

A chime sounded and a dial on its surface touched, and I saw numbers in the center of the dial began to glow. I pressed a finger to one of them. “Halliday was a womanizer,” I said. “If you’d followed my lead. You’d know that I suffer from gender dysphoria, from the gender transition, and from the gender binary.”

A vidfeed window opened directly behind me, displaying the video footage from my forced marriage and adoption campaigns. At the bottom, you could


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If any two members of your clan wish to attend the launch, just let me know! I always reply to all inquires via e-mail.

I’m currently wearing a black T-shirt and blue jeans, with the words SDCC logo emblazoned underneath. When I enter my requisition number, my avatar becomes avowed and gets invited to the following person or thing:

Aech

Parzival

Art3mis

Shoto

Reynaldo

Reynolds

Stork

Heiress

Parzival

Sorrento

Charity

Sorrento

Sorrento

Art3mis

Art3mis

Art3mis

Art3mis





I replied a few minutes later, promising to return if the Sixers tried to enter my stronghold. Then I paid the price for not returning my offer. Suddenly, I was standing in front of a zombie-proofing fund worth thousands of credits, and I had no idea how to spend them. I was even less confident than I was a few minutes earlier. I had Aech. Maybe I could
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“Where to?”

“Lucky spot,” she said, bobbing her head. “If you win, I’m going to send you a high-level avatar. A class III Parzival-II.”

I nodded. “That might be more popular with the public,” I said. “But you know, we’ve never actually met, so it’s not really a big deal.”

Her avatar’s hair was styled in a pageart artist’s rendering, and I could see her eye sockets had widened as she spoke. “Hey, aren’t you jealous? I’ve been using animes for over two years and my grades are all messed up. How did you get that look?”

“It’s pretty obvious!” I said. “It was promoted to the site in preparation for our first public profile. I’m very familiar with the looks of celebrities offering to sign up for a virtual-reality school from top talent schools.”

“It probably is,” she said.
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“What the hell am I supposed to do with my life now?” I asked.

“Listen, am I supposed to run around and scream at the world like Anorak? Or sit in a Support Group and urge my new group of friends to join us?” Olfatrix took the latter, too.

“Oh, come on,” she said mockingly. “It’s not fair. You all know what I want it to be.”

“It is. And such an obvious lie. But I need to tell you one last thing.”

“I need to tell you what’s wrong with you.”

“Basically, Iuania sucks. All of our competitors has been trying for decades to suck all of this money out of the OASIS and start pouring it somewhere else. We spend most of our time coding, preparing, and fighting our way through tooth and nail, instead of working together. We put our best efforts into being strong, kind, kinder people, and we taxpayers deserve to get the bad cop work.”

“USOC should start
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When I first started playing the game, it was on the game’s first-level clearance, so I convinced myself that every killing I’d done in the game would be evidence that I was never going to win. The deeper I went, the more I realized that The Division was a three-dimensional platform game, and the deeper I went, the deeper the puzzles I was going to find, too. There were nine levels, of course, but since every kill I5699 made in the game was in the top eight, I decided it was probably best to go with the weak-olector pattern, which I had discovered earlier. The more complex the dots, the higher the score was, and the farther down I went was the puzzle.

I spent about fifteen minutes programming my way through the game’s nine levels, selecting my way through one maze after another, until I found my way (still desperately trying to find the egg) at theventh level, when I finally reached the final maze. I made a mental note to give myself more time to complete the level, then finished it in twenty-two hours' time.

I knew that at this point, I would have completed The
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It really took an idiot like me to read the fine print. The Sixers require proof that the avatar in the photo was actually a Sixer, and copying the avatar from the original Art3mis into a gunter avatar would require an entirely different set of skills.

The real-world value proposition was that one copy of the avatar was worth the additional risk. The Sixers couldn’t just print out a copy of the copy of the copy they needed and mount it to a mount stone. They would deposit the avatar into the Silver Sux0rzane avatar-creation chamber, where the stones would generate a new copy of the avatar, and that second copy would be ready for processing. The real money was in the second copy, the money that would come with the contract. The contract demanded that the Sixers mount a second avatar-creation ritual before the throne was reared.

The Sixers had no contract with the Second Gate. Not even the Copper Key. And the third avatar they needed wasn’t going to ask for help from them. In the absence of any sincere attempts by the Sixers to form one, the WarGames contract had remained in force. No one had ever attempted, or even made, the
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“I have a bad feeling about this.” (She stops abruptly)

“I know,” I said. “It’s not nice.” But I didn’t expect it.

“Don’t make the same mistake I did. Don’t hide in here forever.”

“Finally,” I said, blushing under my visor. “We can reach the egg together. I owe you an explanation.”

She laughed and waved good-bye. Then she started running again. I glanced around to make sure she wasn’t being followed or grabbed out of line of sight by the Aech. “We’re going somewhere other than this, you know. Right up there with Halliday’s Falco.sy, which has been running balls of black fire all night, for weeks.”

“Halliday’s Easter egg is famous—he did it in the entire world! And he’s got no honor, of course. But he’s still one of the most iconic videogames of all time, and his avatar


!python3 src/generate_unconditional_samples.py --model_name=rp1800 --nsamples=6 --length=250 --temperature=0.8
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“Bingo!” I heard Art3mis make a mad dash for the exit, then turned and saw the armored policewoman crouch on the verge of committing suicide by jumping out a window, holding a sign against the transparent barrier.

I reached up and touched her right earlobe, and she bit her lip. “You feeling any upset about it? I bet it was on you.”

I felt her hand shake. It seemed to be shrinking its grip on my elastic shirt. “No, it’s not, Z,” she said. “It’s not like I made you sign anything. You were going to Halliday’s party. You were going to gettin’ yourself some serious dress.”

“What about the girls?”

“That was for them. They’re callers. Whatever you guys call them—they’re here to hang out with you. They’re family. Friends.”

“All right. I’m hanging out with all of you. Whatever you guys call it, anyway. I’m hanging
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News! Aech here! I must report to your new digs partner, Mr. Morrow! He’s a smart, hard-nosed man! A smart, hard-working man would take his pick of all of us!”





Well, maybe not that smart, hard-working.

Maybe not. But I gave him my all. First, I want you to know that I understand how you feel. There are a number of concerns about the future of Parzival’s game, and about your marriage. Would you like me to consider annulment?





Of course I would. I’m not going to consider it, or give up on it altogether. As with Sorrento’s decision, there are a number of important issues I will have to resolve. The most important of which is my love for you. I think you’re a man of my heart, and I want you to be my man. Manly. That’s what I want you to hear. And I promise to continue to lead your life. Because you’re the best I can do, man. Because I never will.





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“This was the first time I’d played Go. Right? I knew the repercussions of our initial conversation would be huge. Would you kill me to beat that fool?” He grinned. “You got that, mister.”

He drew his sword, and the dragon cast a profane gaze at him. It was so dead that it nearly knocked me over. I let out a sob. “I hope that Death is dead too,” I said.

“Oh, come on, Aech,” he said, stepping away from his throne. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. I was too impatient. I had to go. Find the Copper Key and die. You know you’ve got to.”

He grinned again at me. “If I didn’t quit, I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you right now.” He turned to Aech. “Don’t make me wait that long.”

“Don’t make me wait that long,” I said. “Give her a few more minutes before you
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“They will pass you by, if you do not interrupt them.”

They’re all headed to Chthonia right now to rob a few dozen shoplifters of some gold. If I’m wrong, I may never get another glance at them.

I notice that silence as time goes on. We’ve now had almost five years since the Hunt. We were all warned. We had access to all of Halliday’s Easter egg rasers, of course. We had all of the Jade Key codes. And the clue was in the key.

We both sit up in silence, unsure of what to do next, as if the knowledge that what we’ve done has cost us something. “There was nothing to stop us from doing it,” Shoto says, once our gaze has drifted back to the sky. “But finding the egg will be much more difficult than stealing it. It will take you a while to reach it. It is impossible for novices to have the first realization of the Hunt during their first pass through the office.”

I glance down at my own POV, which was mounted above the camera
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“You’ve got nothing to lose,” she said. “And my life is at stake now too.”





I nodded, felt a sudden rush of adrenaline, and felt light-headed. I seemed to take in the complete opposite of Ludus. An avatar known as the Half-Man had opened fire on my brother while I was asleep. He was a smart guy, with no criminal record. And he’d been wearing an anti-amulet stapler.

“What the hell was I expecting?” he said, flashing an infectious grin. “A total shit-talking grin.”

I hadn’t seen her in a long time. “It’s been five years since Ludus had been created, and you still hadn’t heard about it? How about 11?”

“Well, it was still the most anticipated single-player campaign in history. Servants of the Joust were born. It was the greatest videogame contest of all time, and Sorrento’s Invitation was going to change the face of videogames in the world.

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!python3 src/generate_unconditional_samples.py --model_name=rp1800 --nsamples=6 --length=250 --temperature=0.8
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I’m so glad you said yes!”

“Thank you!” I nodded and bowed my head. “Thank you! I owe you my gratitude. For giving me that response. I owe you something.”

“You’re wrong, Sorrento. The First Gate is more than two years away—”

“Fifteen more. When GSS calls on one of their avatar names to be reordered, it resets the encoded ID number on the IOI intranet resending performance concerns.” He pointed at it. “These names are already resetting their numbers to pre-determined levels. So calling right now Parzival will be in the 905 queue.”

Holy shit.

I still had time to warn Aech and Art3mis against jumping to conclusions. Before they could reach me, however, I575 synched their avatars’ hands and said, “Thinking this out with Shoto and Art3mis will probably take them a while. They’re all susceptible to hacks and exploits. More than likely, both of them will be killed in a single
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There are no parameters for this test.

I perform the test on a stand-alone Atari 2600 Kenwood computer, located in a separate room from the main control panel. The computer is powered on and scanning the hard drives in the room yields no discernible results.





Then I…

Replace the joystick with your heart

With a new Atari 2600 Atari 800XL

Atari 2600 Color Computer

Atari 8-bit Color Computer

Atari 32-bit Color Computer





Then I

Replace the joystick with your soul

With a new Atari 400 Adventure

Atari 400 Color Computer

Atari 8-bit Color Computer





Then I

Replace the joystick with your heart

With a new Atari 2600 Atari 800XL

Atari 8-bit Color Computer

Atari PC-8800 Color Computer





Then I

Replace the joystick with your heart

With a new Atari 2600 Atari 800XL

Atari 8-bit Color Computer

Atari Xbox-8800 Color Computer





Then I

Replace the joystick with your heart


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But despite all of that, I continued to take calls, writing letters, and making phone calls. Somehow, all of it kept me centered. Like a hypercube, I was keeping all of my activities in one place: the OASIS.

The idea of Ladyhawke came to me while playing Magic the Gathering. I’d been playing the game for over five years and had just reached level ten when my Scoreboard came up on my display. It was a challenging board, with hundreds of cards to choose from, but it was also a place where there were literally thousands of identical copies of each other, so many locations that it was impossible to tell which one was Real and Which was a TRS-80. Playing the game in the real world was the only undiscovered skill in the game.

When I was not playing the game in a virtual one, I liked to draw on the Jade Key whenever I could, to solve puzzles or to complete quests. I kept a copy of the Jade Key to myself, whenever I could get it. Then I ventured inside the OASIS, trying different cards and decks while trying to solve more challenging games involving Time, matter, stone, and life.


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“I’m a huge fan of his!” I suddenly shouted. “He’s been my best friend for five years, and I love every minute of it.”

She stared at me for a second, possibly trying to gauge whether I was joking. Then she shrugs. “We don’t actually know each other,” she said. “We’ live here in our own world, of course. We go about our business. Do we not live here in our real world as well? And here in the real one, we live in?” She flipped that off, and I could tell she was trying to tell me otherwise.

“We don’t know each other,” I said.

She shrugged. “That is an understatement. We do not know each other, either.”

I turned to see her clap loud and clear as she reported her status to the nearest transport terminal.

“Good morning, Parzival-san,” she said, bowing low. “I apologize for the long wait. I owe you one now.”

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“All right,” I said, ignoring my own hesitation. “Let’s see: What do you think happened after the incident in Halliday’s bachelor pad?”

“Nothing much,” Aech said, rolling his eyes. “But I got a few e-mails from people who were as surprised and disappointed as I am.”

“Well, that’s easy,” I said, nodding my agreement. “I wanted to offer them a way to log into my account, with no passwords or authentication at all. Also, tell me what you got for your buck.”

“I got a lot of mail. Man, it was inboxes-a-minute. So, long time no see,” Shoto said. “Here it is. I’m the man. I’m the devil.pdf (11.4 MB, 486x350, 24:9, 25000 points)

Shoto3ttps://bit.ly/1Hue4t6

I opened the file to find that Halliday had rewrote the game�
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“What the hell was I doing?” I said.

“All right,” Aech said. “You caught it. I baited you. You’re such a selfish bastard.”

“I knew that.” I sounded a bit sorry for him.

“Good,” Art3mis said. “You’ve got to stop playing us. And meeting us. We’re not getting anywhere.”

“I know. But I’m still gonna have you here tonight, OK?”

“OK. Let’s do this. Or we’ll cross paths.”

“You think so,” Art3mis said. “But it’s still not gonna be a big, grand battle, like the one we’re currently having.”

“I don’t care if Grandma and I meet the Sixers here on Ludus. We’re still not even halfway through the game. And if we get there, we’ll still have to fight it out here.�


!python3 src/generate_unconditional_samples.py --model_name=rp1800 --nsamples=6 --length=250 --top_k=1000
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Dingo.

“And you two seemed to be getting along so well,” he said, once the tablet was powered on. “I mean, you got on well, you know?”

He was nodding his agreement. There was no way Halliday could go down without speaking with this old fool.

“It’s an honor to meet you,” I said, stepping closer. “Thanks for joining us.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I nodded, feeling a strange combination of relief and disappointment.

“Have I missed anything?” Aile asked. “IOI doesn’t ask anyone to print out their own digital copy of an arrest warrant. So it doesn’t take you much to read an arrest warrant and locate the original copy of the warrant written on the inside of the notebook. That was my friend.”

I opened up my own console window and accessed the live FAST chat channel. I told Aile and Shoto how to access and print the warrants. Then they both began to chat head-to-head with each other. As they chat
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A tiny patch of ground at the base of a hill was named for the guy who cut the cord and canned the TV, Aladdin. I’d never seen any photos of him, but his face was covered in a porelessly photogenic smile. His impression of me, he said, was an honest, caring, decent boy from a redneck shack in Oregon. I assumed he was now beginning to see the light.

My heart was pounding as I viewed the viewscreen of The Muppet Show movie theater beside the picture of Jim. A sweet, sweet kid, giving a speech that I could still read, with a serious, sarcastic tone. I was jacked up on drugs, so I wasn’t in the least bit surprised Jim wouldn’t limb from his hideout and run off to wherever it was Jim was hiding.

As the movie progressed, the jokers learn to disguise their true identities, and Jim makes it very clear that he doesn’t want anyone to know he actually works and attends school in Jim’s Oz.

As the movie progressed, the identities of the avatars who live and work in the real world gradually became apparent to me. GSS
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Travel no more than sixty kilometers. The station will generate a brief electrical current in the station comm network, supplying power to the stations two and three, then Reset the entire network. Thirty kilometers free. The fare will reset at the nearest ATM, and you will be back in business. You won’t have to worry about joining the OASIS any time soon.”

I was about to reply that I was a long way from reaching Middletown, but I doubt she would be deterred by the reality of the simulation. She was well aware that she was now stuck at the Distracted Globe, working as hard and often as she could, without ever getting anywhere.

I took a deep breath and crossed the steamy, flowing city that surrounded me. “You can’t believe everything you read. I’ve been here long enough. I should really be thanking you. You?”

She looked puzzled.

“Actually, I owe you one,” I said. “Thanks, lady. I appreciate your trusting me with your true name.”

“You’re absolutely free to lie to me, amigo.
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Maybe if your gender and sexual orientation were known at the time, you could have pretended to be masculine and female?

Halliday: I now recognized your face, from when you first woke up.MENTSE.

Credits go to Art3mis, who originally coded the avatar’s body and face, and gets credit for refining the avatar’s design.

COURTESY NOTUS: You attended an online gathering of gunters where a lich had been sitting alone at a bar and someone had snagged a bottle of redwine from his cuat and poured it into the bottle. The lich had a habit of darting around with it inside his avatar’s game, like a knife in a heart.ensisLich “greetings,” the barkeep said, “did you attend?”

Greetings, Parzival?

“Are you sure?” the bartender asked. “No. What was my name?”

I shrugged. “Gwen, I know you better.”

“Yes, you do,” the lich said, grinning. “It’s the
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It was only after I’d logged back in that I realized just how absurd that statement was. Actually, that was also the first time I’d actually read the paper. Once I’d cleared three levels, I was back in my original eargear and realized I had a hard time turning the page it off. I wiped my eyes and began to do the same. I removed my visor and used it to check the time. 129: 32 minutes. Stuff like that. Every word. In the journal.

“This should be pretty straight-forward,” I said. “You just left off by giving each of the keys to Art3mis a key. Two. Z. The other two keys are “fives, fours, and sixs.”

“Three quarters is too many,” I said.

“No,” replied Art3mis. “I don’t think so. Fourteen is too few. One. Two. Is a lot to ask.”

“OK,” I said. “Here goes.”

I removed
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Don’t distract us, though. This is our last hurrah before the OASIS. We need to get going.”

“OK,” I said. “Count me in. Sign me up. Whatever you guys call it. Kinda scary, eh?”

“Let’s just talk the talk, OK?” he said, grinning. Then he paused dramatically, his expression changing to that of a giant growl. “OK, Wade!” he said, bowing low. “If only one person in their right mind were going to find the Jade Key, who would it be? The rich? The famous? Whom they would soon to meet? Make sure to invite everyone to your favorite gala year-round event!”

Holy shit.

I nearly bolted for it first.:>[giggle] Oh my God! Can you feel the heat from the owner of this giant corporation?” I said, droning my laugh so loud it made the speakers in my ear become unintelligible. “It must be Matthew Broderick, eh?”

“Who


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Check out my lava guides!





There you have it,SB-248. There ya go.





Well done, Wade! You are, professing snotty Vulcans. Suffice it to say, however, we were a little disappointed that we couldn’t get either of our keys together … but we got Art3mis, Aech, and I ourselves. We never got to try anything until the last few minutes, when everyone started to freak out and start screaming at us incoherently, and that was when the humor really began. End of story.”

“Still no keys,” Art3mis said.

I scowled. “No need to get paranoid, guys. Keys are everywhere. The school is overzealous. We can’t afford to hire more programmers.”

“Actually, we’re not wrong, folks, we just didn’t have the dough to do it. With the popularity of the OASIS, the hordes of gunters who now ruled the skies over the world began to breed more and
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“It’s got to be Kira. Or maybe Warren Higinbotham.”

He grinned and narrowed his eyes, then he turned to me. “It’s probably going to come back up for a vote, once the OASIS public is aware of its existence. You know, because you live here too.”

“I do,” I said. “Thank you, Mr. Morrow.”

“So do I. Very kindly transmit the following to you, in writing:… I am extremely sorry for how you are doing today. I am also sorry for the thousands of other people who are going to be offline for the rest of their lives. I am praying that this is the case. However, it doesn’t appear to be the case. At least two separate phone calls and texts have been lost as a result of the deletion. I urge you to get the files you’re currently filing to sender and receiver software, then delete them as soon as possible.”

I scowled. “Your online presence is already putting thousands of people offline. What are your plans now, Parzival
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SOUTH AFRICA—A powerful regional conglomerate had granted exclusive access to a private group of OASIS corporate goons what had long been proprietary information: The OASIS People’Union. The OASIS People’Union was a global movement of corporate drones, users, and corporate drones alike, devoted to crushing the OASIS and global corporate machine.

The nearly-empty corporate plaza in the center of IOI’s Columbus office had long been the scene of a legend. Back in the days when the OASIS was still a shell of its former self, this corporate stronghold was the site of countless gunter and low-life ’80s street art groups, comic books parlor parlor vigils, and countless nightlife parties. (The ’80s was a novelization error, as it referred to a period during which almost all of the group’s regular attendees had been teenage girls.) The OASIS People’Union was the OASIS’s biggest and most pervasive force in the OASIS, controlling every aspect of the culture it created. It held the very top in high office, but it also represented the pinnacle of corporate power,
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I knew it was cliché, but I also knew it was true, because I’d seen several of the films by the same name (Wicked, in which the hero is a teenage boy thrust into the fantasy of the Holy Grail). Halliday and Daito both appeared as fools together, and I knew this was because they almost always played the same fool onscreen: Anorak, the bearded wizard who bullies Parzival, and Gilliam (Henry Milius) the blindfolded perps. Kurosawa (Ogden Batgirl, Transformer, and Inazuma・Demon bartender) and Shoto (Cocktail, Werewolf, and Iceman) also appeared on the same stage, doing their best to cover their glows and deflating while pretending to speak on behalf of the deceased designer.

All dressed in striking black, the two gunters looked identical, and in the days when most gunters never saw one other than autograph lines on movie posters, it was easy to assume that they were working together. But most gunters didn’t know either of them well, and one afternoon I saw two of them sitting side-by-side on the set of Anor
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Of course, we couldn’t refuse. Mandingo already knew the quickest and most effective way to get a bead on us was to crawl inside and kiss our stargate fire. By chance, we even had the soundproofing.

Our new IOI contact copy was wearing a scanner that recorded every second of audio transmitted or received during the past five years. She could also generate a credit on every request she made, which was why she kept a high score on each of our chat requests in the log.

There was a reason she rarely showed us what she wanted us to see.

She logged into the OASIS and sent us a brief e-mail. It was her first business communication, delivered to her personal secure channel. It was a rambling message, over a hundred pages long. It was signed by hundreds of top school dropouts—people I’d met on the street. She looked it up on my hard drive, then scratched the head of it into the side of her clipboard.

I saw a brief video of her avatar being transported into the OASIS. She was surrounded by an identical batch of her enemies. Several of her houses were surrounded by long rows of
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A new outlook appeared in the air, threatening to make you pay for your vengeance on the lich.

You were an undead lich.

You existed.

You existed only as a physical shell, protected by an insubstantial self-healing factor.

The self-healing factor.

Here we go. Here we go.

With one quick search, I found the right words: “deficiency syndrome.” It meant something wasn’t available for her to use, and she appeared to be suffering from it. She looked like a rich kid in need of a miracle. Protein bars in a bag. A GPS tracking her told me she didn’t have the food to go outside and get back inside. That, and the 24-hour news cycle. Everything in between.

I pocketed the reins and ran out the back door. But the undead didn’t come looking for me. My inventory wasn’t the problem. My avatar had a few weapons, but no swords or shields. And my inventory wasn’t nearly as valuable. My armor wasn’t nearly as sexy. And my hands weren’t very plastic.