Perfect Illusion

Perfect Illusion

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In the year 2025, president Harrington passes a law to prohibit video games Nationwide. Now, his term is slowly coming to an end, and people are beginning to rebel to bring back video games. He decides that his fourth year as presidency, twenty girls and twenty boys who live in Washington DC, from ages 13-21, shall be chosen to play a virtual reality game with androids.

When seventeen-year-old Bridget Keaton becomes one of those honored few, she finds out that this is not just some video game. Bridget will begin to question her humanity as she plays along. The other players treat the androids as props, with no sense of any compassion, but Bridget treats the androids as her friends. Bridget will learn about how much a game can make you lose a hint of reality. How far will Bridget Keaton go to win?
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Summary

In the year 2025, president Harrington passes a law to prohibit video games Nationwide. Now, his term is slowly coming to an end, and people are beginning to rebel to bring back video games. He decides that his fourth year as presidency, twenty girls and twenty boys who live in Washington DC, from ages 13-21, shall be chosen to play a virtual reality game with androids.

When seventeen-year-old Bridget Keaton becomes one of those honored few, she finds out that this is not just some video game. Bridget will begin to question her humanity as she plays along. The other players treat the androids as props, with no sense of any compassion, but Bridget treats the androids as her friends. Bridget will learn about how much a game can make you lose a hint of reality. How far will Bridget Keaton go to win?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Game one

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 04, 2017

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Chapter one

Bridget Keaton had Lord of the Flies in her hand as she read on her balcony. The pages of her book were withered and dog-eared from reading it so much. The one page she always idolized was this sentimental quote: “Maybe there is a beast… maybe it's only us.” Goosebumps began to rise on her skin because the society she lived in was right. Bridget lived in Washington DC and it’s forbidden to play video games in her country. The government wanted to do an experiment, they believed that video games caused violence, so the government stepped in and made it all illegal. Forbidden or Outlawed. The law of banned video games has gone on for about three years now. This year, the government was hoping to ban video games throughout various countries. It was a hunch, but Bridget had a feeling that Japan would be their main target.

This all started when Mr. Harrington became the President of the United States. He was the one who addressed the idea of banning video games for his campaign. He had a lot of the supporters for the idea and that was how he won through the Electoral College. She remembered how her twin brother, Keith, was appalled by the idea. He went through terrible withdrawals when they banned video games. Keith was the legendary gamer, she always boasted to her friends about how cool he was and how he could beat any arduous boss with a snap of his controller. He sometimes reminded her of a vampire, he always stayed in his bedroom, and had his blinds closed. A smile tinged at the corner of her lips when her younger-self thought he was indeed a vampire. One time she snuck in his room, putting a bunch of garlic bread sticks on his bed and startled him by spraying him with holy water in his face. After much convincing, her parents and Keith reassured her that he was indeed not a vampire, but she still wore a cross around her neck to this day.

Bridget fiddled with her golden cross as her mind wandered. Today was January 20th, the day where the president would pick twenty girls and twenty boys to play this virtual reality game. Bridget really wanted to be one of those honored people, it's been far too long for her. Bridget missed playing Sonic, she missed Mario Brothers, and she missed playing online. Bridget snapped out of her reverie when she heard die-hard supporters approaching her street. She rolled her eyes at the signs: ‘Videogames Are The Devil’s spawn’, ‘Videogames Corrupt Our Children,” and so forth.

“Don’t they have anything better to do at seven in the morning than to preach their holy matrimony?” Keith asked Bridget sarcastically as he sat next to her on her balcony.

“I’m not a religious person, you’re entitled to your beliefs like everyone else, but you shouldn’t shove it down people’s throats.” Bridget replied wisely.

“Alright, Oprah Winfrey, hold your peace!” Keith said with a laugh.

Bridget gently punched his shoulder while she dramatically rolled her eyes at him. She knew they’re twins genetically, but they’re so different from each other. Bridget read somewhere that twins were supposed to be in sync with each other like Yin and Yang. It didn’t apply to Bridget and her brother, though: she defined their connection as a pencil and a canvas. She was a poet at heart, he was a boy with no words. He fought with his fist, she fought with her brains. She was a goody-two-shoes, he was a troublemaker. Bridget could tell her brother was high by the smell of marijuana. Bridget shook her head as she flicked his forehead.

“Keith, grandma is gonna flip when she finds out you’re stoned again,” Bridget ridiculed like so many times before.

Keith waved his hand dismissively at her. “Relax, B, you do know that this good shit is legal here, right? And besides, I smoked it so that I would be calm when we go to the Washington Monument later. You want some, cause there’s going to be a lot of people…” He drawled as he emphasized with the word people.

The one thing they did have in common and understood by one another. Crowds, they felt lost when they’re surrounded by people and it was claustrophobic for them.

“No thanks, I’m good, Xanax, remember?” She answered with a weak smile.

“Okay, you better go in and get ready soon, mom sent me to tell you that,” Keith informed her as he was about to head in.

“Keith!” Bridget shouted.

He faltered and stared at her in bewilderment. “Good luck, I hope you get picked,” Bridget said to him sincerely.

“Bridget, if I’m being honest, I hope we don’t get pick. I never cared to being someone’s guinea pig, don’t you…?”
 

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When Bridget was a little girl, she thought Jack in the Beanstalk was a true story, not just some fairy tale from a book. Bridget truly believed that Jack brought back a big pencil from the mighty Giant who lived in the clouds. The fundamental memory of that brought a sense of ease as she was around the crowd of people. Bridget stayed close to her Grandmother Aggie, it was a nickname for her grandmother’s real name Agatha Keaton. Bridget was closer to her grandma, while Keith was closer to their mother, and Bridget always teased Keith playfully about being a mamma’s boy. She loved her mom, don’t get her wrong, but something about her grandmother drew Bridgit in with a simple understanding. They just clicked, simple as that, but Bridget's mom didn’t quite know how to comprehend her daughter’s perspective of things. Bridget’s mother was practical, always have, and always would be. No matter how hard Bridget tried to let her mother think outside the box, it seemed that her mother was afraid to open her own Pandora’s Box.

Bridget tightened her grip on her grandmother’s hand. Everyone became silent when the president came behind the speaker. President Harrington wore a blazer, with white gloves, and his brown hair has gotten whiter. He was a white Christian man and was old school. He hated video games, his teenage years was in the 60s, so he had no clue of the enjoyment of what videogames brought to this new generations. The next upcoming election in November,  Bridget would not vote for President Harrington that’s for damn sure.

“Greetings, my good people, we are gathered here today for a proposition I have for you all. As you know, this virtual reality game, is disclosed to other countries. This is the first video game in history where your mind and body can be inside the game. I know it’s been quite arduous for a lot of you to not play videogames, but your sacrifice has been worth it!”

Keith scoffed next to Bridget as President Harrington started to list the results: less frequent mass shootings, the percent of obesity in America has lowered, and students’ test results have been a lot higher over the years. President Harrington made good justifications, she would give him pointers for that. On the other hand, Bridget would disagree about the mass shootings, since she did a current event about it every month in her Government class. The president probably didn’t want to address it because the shooters had been teenagers. He probably didn’t want to be accountable for his own mess.

“These young adults shall be our future and we should see if we’re in good hands. Do they know right from wrong? This virtual reality game would show us if violence would influence multiple minds. Now then, let’s start with the first honored young lady…” The president drawled as he pressed something on a tablet.

Bridget’s school picture glittered itself on a screen in the back of the president. Bridget put her hand over her mouth to silence her scream. Two security guards came upon a shocked Bridget, her grandmother gave her a gentle push before the security guards escorted Bridget to the stage. The president and a dazed Bridget shook hands in a subtle manner. Bridget cringed when he put his hand on her shoulder and showed her off like a prized trophy.

“Bridget Keaton, would you please enlighten to your country about how you feel this moment?” The president boomed politely in his microphone.

Bridget felt overwhelmed, she didn’t know how to articulate her words out loud. Bridget’s a writer at heart, so it’s quite rare for her to have nothing to say. Her mind was blank as a canvas, her tummy wasn’t filled with alphabet soup, her voice was mute as a mime. She read somewhere that grand gestures and inadequate words could be a way better to portray yourself.

“Oh shit!” Bridget gagged before she threw up on the president’s fancy black shoes.

She could have sworn she heard her brother’s giddy scream from the crowd. Bridget was lifted up and found herself being dragged somewhere. She, Bridget Keaton, threw up on the president’s shoes, and the bitter taste in her mouth would forever be a reminder of her being mortified.

 

 

 


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