Outer Limits
Devon and Sky sat Carly down on the chaise lounge, each of them putting gentle pressure on her shoulders. Her small resistance was nothing to them, she was so paralyzed with shock at what was going on that it was easy for her to be subdued.
Carly was forced to look at the screen of Adam and Candy. When she had programmed Candy for her game, she had wanted Adam to play the game for her — not from the inside, but well, what could she do about that now? She had programmed Candy to do all of the things that he would like. The smile on his face was not something she had programmed. It was a smile that would be on his face if she was doing those very things to him. If she were sitting on his face like Candy was, that would have been exactly what he looked like.
“Carly,” Devon said, but she found it hard to look away from the screen as Sky’s hand tightened about hers. Camille offered her a tray with hors d’oeuvres. “Carly,” Devon repeated.
Her eyes snapped to his.
“What is going on here? Why are you going this?” she cried.
“I thought you had read your contract thoroughly, Carly. The reason that our games are so effective is that we have technology to place our staff and their family into the games at any time during their construction to enhance the realistic feel for our audiences.” “Without warning?”
“Yes Carly, did you not read your contract and get a lawyer as I told you to?”
She and Adam had not even thought about getting a lawyer. Adam had worked at various gaming companies, she trusted him to know what was best for them. She never imagined some Outer Limits stuff like this. Was this an episode of that show? Who would have come up with this?
“What are you aliens of some kind?” she asked suddenly, the vibration of Candy’s moans filled the room with a quality of sound she was not accustomed to. It felt like the moans were coming from inside of her personally.
“No, of course not!” Devon laughed, his laughter rich and all-encompassing as Adam and Candy moaned even louder. “We are just more evolved humans. We use every bit of our brains, and make things happen. Like safely placing an employee inside of a game of ours. Nothing will happen to Adam that he does not want to happen. Nothing that you did not program to happen, Carly.”
Every time he said her name, it was as if she was being programmed. Something about the way he said it lulled her in a way she was not expecting. Or maybe it was the wine?
“Honestly, it is your world that we are making come to life, isn’t that the most exciting thing, Carly?” Sky asked, sipping the wine, so Carly figured that nothing was essentially wrong with it if Sky was drinking it. Unless Sky wanted something that was enhanced, but Carly was so shaken by everything that was happening around her that she took another sip of the wine to take in its rich taste and distract her for that millisecond.
“I had no idea bout this, Adam read the contract, and now I am not even sure he read the entire thing.” “He read all of it,” Devon said. “Our online documents can detect the percentage of the document that was perused by the human eye.”
“But why would he ask me how he got inside of the game and how to get out?”
“Because no one believes that it will happen until they are actually inside of the game. It seems preposterous, doesn’t it?” Devon questioned, taking a sip of wine and a bite of the prosciutto-wrapped date Camille had offered him. “But he knew Carly. He just did not tell you.”
“Why does this sound like a Faustian bargain?”
“If you really want the player to feel like they are inside of the game, how can they have that feeling if someone had not been inside of the game. Carly?” Every time he said her name…maybe it was her attraction to him and seeing her husband fucking Candy on the screen simultaneously that made it so easy for her to be swayed. “We invited you here tonight because we knew how hard it would be for you without Adam. We want you to stay with us while this is all happening, so we know you are safe and that you do not do anything to jeopardize the project.”
“Why would I jeopardize my own project? I am the same kind of worker bee that you wanted already — I asked Adam to try out the game while he was in there because I wanted him to tell me how it felt from the inside. So I think you have nothing to worry about with me.”
“Sky and I also wanted you to play a game of your own with us.”
Sky moved closer to Devon. The two of them looked devastating together as they looked at her, his arm around his wife’s waist.
“What do you mean?” Carly asked, looking between them.
“We thought you might like to play a live version of your game…with us.”
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