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Alice in Thunderland

... corners of the box in opposite hands, she pulled. The helmet was the same dull gray color as the foam or whatever it was in which it was embedded. It looked somewhat like a fighter pilot’s helmet, even to having her name, “Alice,” written in script above the solid visor. She carefully examined it, but there were no switches or controls evident. In fact, nothing was evident except gray padding in the interior. There were no screens or speakers or microphones or anything. Just more of the strange foam-like material with two round patches of shiny cloth in an identical shade of gray that corresponded to where her ears would be within the helmet. ‘I guess they’re planning to work on the visuals later,’ she said to herself as she slowly turned the helmet around in her hands. ‘Or maybe this is just one to try on for size.’ She raised the helmet above her head and slowly lowered it into place. The visor was totally opaque and things dimmed as the helmet slid into place. The cloth pads moved smoothly over her ears. Alice noticed that everything seemed to fit as though the helmet had been molded exactly for her. Then a voice spoke in her head. Obviously, there were headphones buried somewhere in the helmet. The effect was similar to listening to music on really good stereo earbuds or headphones. If everything is set up just right, sometimes it seems like the music is coming from inside your head. The voice seemed to come from the center of her head as it said, “Welcome to ...

... Thunderland.” Alice startled and attempted to look around as if trying to see the source of the voice as it continued. “Please wait while the helmet calibrates itself for your visual cortex.” Visual cortex? Was the helmet transmitting directly into her brain? There were a few flashes of light and suddenly Alice was standing in front of a huge set of wooden doors that said “Thunderland” across them. They slowly opened inward and Alice moved through them. A young man stepped out from behind a counter of some sort and smiled at her. “Welcome to Thunderland, Alice,” he said. “As you will discover, Thunderland is more than just a game. Thunderland is an alternate reality that is created and shaped exactly for you. Enjoy your stay. If at any time you need to leave Thunderland, just say ‘Delete me; delete me; delete me’ and you will be returned to your normal reality.” Alice frowned slightly at the weird escape command and started to ask a question, but before she could speak, the young man pointed further down the path and said, “As you go further into Thunderland, you will encounter a series of doors. Each set of doors is a choice you make that shapes your reality. Because this is an alpha test version, the choices are not reversible on this trip through Thunderland, so choose wisely.” He then stepped back behind the counter and he and the counter disappeared. She was now standing beneath a summer sky filled with white puffy clouds. A brick pathway wound into the hills ahead. As Alice started ...