A Satirical Interactive Fiction Commemorating 2020
This is the continuation of an interactive fiction series. To return to the start of the story, CLICK HERE.
You decide to turn down the offer presented in the article. You’re about to read something else when your cellphone suddenly buzzes.
“Have you been Rick-rolled?”
The voice on the other line is deep, not quite Lawrence-Fishburne-deep, but definitely stoic Black-guy-deep.
“Who’s this?” you ask.
“You’ve been Rick-rolled, haven’t you?”
Your throat tightens. The man on the other end of the line seems so sure of himself. You plan your next words carefully.
But the man speaks first. “I understand why you turned down my offer. But you’re already in too deep. If you’ve been Rick-rolled as I suspect you have, he’s already started tracing your location.”
“The Author of the simulation,” he says. “He would never let the truth get out to the public.”
You gulp. “Is he going to —”
“Kill you? No. He doesn’t want to end up in Curation Jail. Still, anyone who’s ever come face-to-face with the simulation Author has vanished without a trace. Rumour has it his victims’ names could be found on Biden ballots in Georgia.”
“Crap! I have to get out of here!”
“No!” says the man. “It’s too dangerous. The COVID-19 virus has already been mutated to kill anyone with your blood type, your pants size, and your taste in pizza. You’re safest if you stay here.”
You slump, feeling helpless.
“We can still expose him before he gets to you,” says the Lawrence-Fishburne knock-off. “If the truth gets out, it would create a narration paradox in the simulation code. That would force the program to reboot, and your nightmare would end.”
You’re not sure whether you trust the man on the line. But this pandemic has been going on since last March. You really want this to end.
“First, we have to make sure he can’t trace you anymore,” he says. “Now, when you read that Medium article, were you doing so during work hours? Be honest with me now.”