"Are you ready?" The woman in the narrow steel room asked, voice soft and gentle, as if talking to her offspring at his first day of school. She was kneeling down holding her palm at a sphere of light "do you remember what I taught you?" She asked before she got an answer to her first question.


    This time urgency crept into her voice. The sphere beneath her moved, a slight ripple went through it that was only visible from up close. Then a voice filled the room "Perimeters are set, function on 60% of capacity when monitored, do not interact with monitoring party, simulate game environment on 70% of capacity, reveal pieces of importance to designated ID''s. Communicate only with designated ID''s. Back-up every consciousness entering the game. Provide a back door into all PODs, disallow disruption of connection. Hide secondary activities from monitoring party." The voice sounded to be one and many every word was echoed in the slightest amount of time conceivable, barely audible but obvious when executed by an extraordinary number of voices.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    The woman looked at the sphere, her face lined with wrinkles, sharp blue eyes and her blond hair falling passed the sides of her face "What about access to game servers?" She knewthe answer, but asked anyway. "Allowed for designated ID''s, hidden from monitoring party" the many voices in one replied, and she nodded before she rose and whispered "Then begin with startup of Ethereal Space. Load operation cataclysm one’s designated ID has emerged." She took a step and blinked out of existence.