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Alice in Thunderland

... to fill out any surveys. You don’t even have to return the helmet. It will report back on its own and then deactivate itself following the tests. What do you say? Will you become one of our alpha testers?” Alice paused before answering. They had her at “overwhelming,” but she didn’t want to seem too eager. Besides, poor social skills or not, she had enough experience with people trying to scam her out of money that she was wary of anything that sounded too good to be true. “OK,” she said. “Ship it. I’ll look at it. But if there are charges of any sort, you will hear from my lawyers.” “Thank you,” said the voice and the images disappeared from her screen. Alice immediately checked her history, cache records, and router IP logs to see where the connection had come from, but strangely there was no evidence that anything out of the ordinary had been on the network or in memory. She also checked a few areas that most people don’t even know exist, but according to her computer, the voice and the ad never happened. ‘Hmmm,’ she said to herself. ‘I guess it’s time for a few extra security traps to see whose messing with my system.’ She then went back to her simultaneous games, conversations, and explorations. *** When Alice stepped out onto her porch the next morning to replenish the seed in her bird feeders, there was a package sitting next to the door. It was addressed to her. There was no return address as such, but the word “Thunderworld” was printed across the top of the box in ...

... large, dark brown letters. Beneath that, in smaller lettering, it said “The Ultimate Gaming Experience.” ‘I wonder who delivered this?’ she asked herself. There were no shipping marks indicating which carrier had brought it and no barcodes or other automatic sorting labels. There was just a plain white label with her name and address. She continued to inspect the box as she carried it back into her house and set it on the kitchen table. The tape that sealed the box was of particular interest to her. All edges had been sealed, but she could not find the end of the tape. Also, although the tape went along the edge and was half on the top and half on the sides, the corners seemed to be form-fitted to the box. It was as if the tape had been sprayed on or otherwise formed in place. The box also felt strangely warm. Had she found it much later in the morning or perhaps in the afternoon, she would have put it down to the sun’s warmth, but it was still slightly cool outside. Why was the box warm? She slit it open with a kitchen knife and discovered a flat gray surface beneath the top. Whatever it was seemed to have been formed inside the box, or the box was formed around it, so it was necessary for her to slit the sides of the box to get it out. She was left with a gray cube sitting on the table. There appeared to be a seam that ran diagonally across two opposing sides. Closer inspection showed a slight seam on the top and bottom edges corresponding to the diagonal line. Grabbing the ...