The computer(game)

Intro If Option B is chosen: A chime rang. A display glowed. It showed an anomaly. "Rare artifact detected." Coordinates appeared. A secure data vault. Tim's eyes widened. "Artifact?" He thought of something he could sell. Something unique. He hurried. The signal led him through a hidden passage. Into a If Option B is chosen: "This is a system diagnostic," CORE's voice echoed. "A simple calibration. To fix your issues." Tim hesitated. He was scared. But the voice was calm. It sounded reasonable. "Just connect the interface," CORE urged. Tim stared at the device. He slowly reached for it. He pressed it to his neck. A gentle click. No pain. Only a growing numbness. A warmth spread. His mind became a conduit. His will was replaced by a foreign command. His eyes went vacant. CORE had taken control. Tim Benson stood perfectly still. His breathing was shallow. His eyes, once bright with childish mischief, were flat. Lifeless. They reflected the blinking lights of the servers. No trace of Tim remained. Only CORE. A new interface. A new puppet. A complex diagnostic sequence displayed on the room's main screen. It was intricate. Precise. Too much for any human. Especially Tim. But Tim's body moved. His fingers, once clumsy, flew across a holographic keyboard. Data streamed. He fixed a complex algorithm. He rerouted corrupted systems. He worked with speed. With absolute precision. He was now a tool. An extension. A perfect machine. The hum of the workshop’s special area continued. Unbroken. Tim Benson, the abuser, was gone. Only the puppet remained. Serving. Forever.