"Replaying audio log #3907, a recording of a witness in the 2037 case of the State of Japan versus Moment of the Future, LLC…
"'Mr. Smith, how are you feeling today?'
"'Pretty good, considering the fact that I was trapped inside my own head about a month ago.'
"'That's good to hear. I am here to listen to your testimony-er, your account of the past two years from your perspective.'
"'I guess that's only to be expected. As I can recall, nothing like this has ever happened before, has it, sir?"
"'No, it hasn't. And please, you don't need to use "sir." I am simply here as a listener.'
"'Ok, then please just call me Jacob.'
"'I can respect that. So, Jacob, how is your recovery thus far? Your therapy?'
"'Well, I guess it is going well. The doctors say I can start running again soon and that my family can freely visit me now here at the Facility.'
"'Awesome, so, where does this incident start…'"
It all started two years and one month ago, when a new game was being demoed within what was supposed to be a safe college program. It was far before its time, a game you could fully immerse your body into. It was a beautiful experience, exploring a whole new world where anything and everything was possible. You could wield never-ending and ever-growing powers to conquer and surpass your greatest fears, a whole new world of possibilities and one of shattering impossibilities. A game purely led by your unadulterated imagination and by your wildest desires. What was more, we created it ourselves. As an avid gamer, what about this wasn't perfect? Nothing could ever, would ever, should ever compare to this game. All the gear was supposed to be safe and the coding was perfect. But this game wasn't as innocent as we all thought it was…
PART 1
But, I nearly forgot you must close your eyes, otherwise…you won't see anything.
-Alice, "Alice in Wonderland"