Continue Online (Part 3, Realities) (4 page)

Our last war had not been kind to this country. Many buildings were destroyed, especially near the old Mexican border. Large cities were subjected to terrorist action and violent protests, families were torn apart as people were shipped off to war. Technology didn't make it better for soldiers, it just made it easier to get them to the frontline.

We, as a country, suffered far less than many Asian areas. Even now there were still stigmas associated with those from China.

For a moment, I felt happy that Xin, or her computerized recreation, would no longer need to suffer that being inside a machine. At least I hoped so unless there were cliques within the AI world where they hated those based on real people.

The whole line of thinking was crazy and served to distract me further from the general anger I built against my sister. Deep thinking and questions about the nature of reality made my head spin. Who was I to guess what machines inside a computer would do? I tried to treat the Voices and Hal Pal as real people because anything else seemed disrespectful to a thinking creature.

I mean, if people could love dogs like they were human, then why not a machine that could be touched or felt real inside the ARC? Xin Yu's fingers felt better than any memory to plague my life for the last few years. Real, tangible, and just, right.

My niece, Beth, opened the door and shouted happily, "Uncle Grant!" She was one of the few bright spots in my life that had kept me going after Xin passed, and before she un-passed.

"Hey, Munchkin," I said and gave her a hug.

"Mom!"

"What?!" my sister's voice shouted from above. She had a hint of anger in her scratchy voice. Liz typically sounded like me, which was hard to describe. Normal, I guess.

"Uncle Grant's here!" Beth shouted up the stairs while turning.

"I'm sure she's expecting me," I said to Beth.

"God. Yes, come in," my sister said from the top portion of her house. I looked up to see Liz. Her face puffed from sickness and a mug clutched in one hand. "Beth, you've got homework to finish right?"

"Yeah. A project for Space and Energy Dynamics in Transit," Beth said before pulling her lips to one side in a half-hearted growl. "They want me to plot out a good way to get to Jupiter with limited resources. It's nonsense!"

"Do it anyway." My sister sniffed and took a sip from her mug.

"I'm going, I'm going. Talk to you later, Uncle Grant!" Beth shouted as she clomped down the stairs. My niece was light but always seemed energetic.

"Bye." I tried to sound happy for her sake. Knowing my sister and our history, this situation wouldn't be peaceful for long. Liz tried to sort out problems with her vocal cords. That was our tried and true method for problem-solving since childhood.

"Mh." Liz sniffed again and sluggishly marched back to her kitchen. Soon she was staring down at the table top reading a manual of some sort.

"Cold?" I started with a neutral question.

"Yeah." She sniffed again and blew her nose. "None of this medicine works. They can beam thoughts into our heads and send people to Mars, but still fail to cure the common cold."

I eyed the tissue and tried not to feel grossed out. They had much better stuff out now for collecting snot. Like tissue paper but really easy to biodegrade. Not for Liz though, she went old fashioned on a lot of things. My father was even worse.

"That's gross." The judgment came out anyway.

"Whatever," Liz said with a clogged nose. "Why are you here, Grant?"

Irritation surged inside me and turned the prepared speech into a few curt words, "I'm sure you know already. You locked me out of my game."

Liz stared at me with her puffy face for a good minute. Her eyes seemed to almost roll closed with each breath. Finally, my sister tilted and poked at the kitchen table. An image came to life showing my niece Beth logged into her Atrium doing homework.

"Yes. Because I'm worried about you," Liz said after confirming Beth wouldn't hear us. She often surprised me with her ability to be a parent. I remember my sister screaming at kids in school and a gap-toothed smile.

"There's nothing to worry about. I'm attending my meetings, talking to a counselor, everything is fine." The list of pros I had compiled in the car sounded pathetic now. Elegant words and jabs citing that I was an adult to somehow reverse this situation meant nothing.

"You missed your last session with Doctor Litt. It was a week ago," she said.

A week ago I had been logged into Continue Online and roaming through the mountains delivering a letter. It must have slipped my mind despite all the normal reminders inside an ARC. No, actually the meeting did vaguely ring a bell. I had dismissed the message three times while trying to figure out a tower entrance.

"I'm doing okay, Liz. It was one meeting." My temporary elation at seeing Beth quickly faded away. Liz must think that I was a child or somehow planning to harm myself again. Hadn't I earned a little bit of forgiveness for the past?

"First it's one meeting. Then drinking again, you're not drinking are you?"

"No." Though the brewery I delivered a letter to had tempted me. The familiar smell of hops sat inches away tantalizing me. "I'm very sober." Liberal usage of the
[Blink]
skill carried me out before weakness took over.

"Are you sure, Grant?" Liz chewed on one lip and sniffed again. Her eyes were watery but it might have been from the cold.

"I'm doing better than I ever have been." I tried to smile. James, the heavyset black Voice inside Continue Online who worked with me the most, had previously asked me a similar question.

"Then why do you believe Xin is real in this game?" she said with another sniff. My sister blew her nose while it felt like the world spun about.

Hearing it out loud from my sister hit hard. I fell against the wall and neither leg worked right. Both retained little in terms of strength in the face of Liz's questioning.

"Xin is dead," I tried to keep calm and recited the answer mechanically. Despite my letters back and forth with her, I don't know, autopilot on steroids, Xin no longer existed outside the ARC.

"I saw the letter, little brother," she said after the latest wall of noise to issue forth from her nose. "And the replay. You killed yourself after giving Beth that message from her. A woman who passed away. You just killed yourself because a game said to!" she yelled at me, then sniffled twice before coughing into the line. Liz's restraint had broken apart completely.

I blinked rapidly and tried to straighten myself. My sister's abruptly violent explosion only served to panic me. I tried to keep calm. Adrenaline flooded through setting an arm to shaking. She essentially called me crazy.

Weeks in-game where I lived with a weapon just a foot away turned a flight mentality into preparation for battle. This was reality. Liz wasn't stacking up to a monster from Continue. She only yelled, and I faced worse demons.

My words were steady, "I didn't really kill myself." All that gameplay in Continue and conquering my fear to face giant creatures helped.

"You didn't even hesitate!" Liz coughed again. "Why would you leave that for Beth? Why!?" my sister shouted at me. Her voice still scratched and coughing broke up her words.

"Because I wanted to explain!" I broke and shouted back. My arms shook a little.

"Explain what?" She stopped and picked up her coffee. A quick sip went down that made her face twist up in distaste. "That you've gone mad over a game? That you've lost touch with reality?"

"No!" I hadn't lost touch at all. Reality occupied a huge portion of my life.

"I used to be able to understand you, Grant, I used to know your thoughts like they were my own. Then one day, it stopped, and it was like you were a stranger." She sniffed again and blinked rapidly herself. "I just don't understand, Grant. I don't."

"It's possible, technology..."

"She's dead, Grant." Liz coughed during my name and kept hacking until both eyes watered. I pulled out a clean tissue and put it on the table in front of her. She nodded and tried to clear out more snot.

"I know. It's not exactly her," I said.

"It's not her, and I think-" she paused to avoid coughing, "-that I won't turn that, game, back on until Doctor Litt signs off. Until I'm sure we won't have an episode happen again."

"You can't. I'm better now." I shook my head at her. My face felt slack with disbelief at the situation. Liz and I had always seen eye to eye and now we weren't. "And it's for me to decide if I believe it's Xin or not."

"I need more than your say-so that everything's fine. I was a fool," she yelled, "and believed you last time. Never again, Grant. Until Doctor Litt signs off on your health out here, in reality, you're not getting access back."

"You can't do this to me, Liz, you can't."

"It's too late. I've already done it. No more Continue, you need to return to reality before I'll ever let you back in," Liz said.

"I'll get it overturned." There were legal routes that could be taken. Liz had guardianship over me after the second time I tried to end things. Fixing it was possible, but had never seemed important until now.

"You try that, but until Doctor Litt agrees, I retain Power of Attorney." Her nose kept running and the steam from warm coffee couldn't be helping. "You're not in the right place with this, Grant, you're just not."

"But I'm fine." I felt like a kid again trying to defend my actions to an adult.

"Just like the first two times you tried to kill yourself? Where you call me and say I'm fine less than two days before? Because I'm not going..." God, Liz was breaking down. "I can't do this with you, Grant, I can't, not again. Seeing you flirt so casually with death."

My mind ran through a silly thought that almost made me laugh while Liz was breaking down. So far, I had never actually met the Voice of Death. Maybe they were worse than the Jester Voice of Something. Or like Jean, the Voice of Blood. Voices were Continue Online's version of game gods.

"You don't treat Beth like this. She's killed herself more in that game than anyone else," I said. We had discussed Beth's leaning toward self-destruction in the game before.

"But not in real life! Not out here where death doesn't come with a stupid, stupid, save point!" Liz said, practically sputtering the words.

"What's going on?" Beth whispered. I turned around immediately to see her standing at the top of Liz's stairs with a confused twist to her face.

Both my eyes closed and lips tucked in with thought. Saying nothing would be a lie. There was no good way to know how long my niece had been listening.

"Nothing. Your mom and I are just talking," I said. Liz managed to lose what little color remained in her face.

Beth didn't seem much better. Her normal bubbly attitude and bouncy posture held very still. Like a rabbit paralyzed by something huge and scary.

"You tried to kill yourself?" my niece said.

"God dammit, Grant! God dammit!" Liz started coughing and shouting. "Get out! Get out of my house!"

I fled. Monsters and demons in a virtual landscape seemed suddenly friendly compared to the voice of my sister shouting at me. My sister was rapidly trying to say something toward her daughter, but nothing felt clear.

"Uncle Grant?" The whisper of Beth's wounded tone followed me out of the door.

The van sat a house away on the curb. I dove into the driver's seat and quickly punched home on a navigation menu. The car's programming asked me to confirm. My shouting and banging on the vehicle dashboard somehow got a yes into the machine.

Soon I was off down the street, worried about how badly things went. It shouldn't have been like that. We could have calmly talked things out, only she was sick and I was crazy. As siblings, there should have been a stronger bond of trust.

Only Liz didn't trust me because I had tried to kill myself twice after Xin Yu passed. Two times my sister came to try and tape me back together. That was my fault, which meant her worry over Xin Yu was my fault as well. Maybe if I had been a better person after her passing this wouldn't have happened. Liz would have supported me if I hadn't screwed up my life and fallen apart.

The car's steering wheel was banged over and over. I cried and shouted and pleaded for things not to end like this. No one answered my prayers and finally I started to try and rationalize all of it.

I spent too much time in therapy groups and self-reflecting. Being ignorant of the hurt inflicted upon others by my actions was no longer an available luxury. Winning back my sister's trust could be done through explaining to my therapist, a man who always seemed very open minded.

No. There was one possible option.

I started the phone's intercom and dialed over to Vice President Riley. If anyone knew of a legal route to negate this mess, she would. The call went through surprisingly fast.

"Mister Legate. You have one minute before I need to move on to another situation."

"Do you have any way to override a restriction placed on my ARC software? I'm unable to access Continue Online." I didn't want to say that my failure as a human being lead to the loss of control.