Crowd Futures: We Have Always Died in the Castle by Elizabeth Bear & Melissa Gay

Author:Elizabeth Bear & Melissa Gay [Gay, Elizabeth Bear and Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub

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The worst part of this game is not the tank, or the wetsuit, or even the needles. The worst part is that it has no save partitions. Rather, Marie finds herself kicked right back to the beginning, and has to deal with the ghost and the poltergeist and the unbelievable cold all over again. At least this run-through she spends less time fumbling and gets out of the great hall before the ghost descends through the ceiling, so she doesn’t have to look at the ruin of its face and the room hasn’t had time to be haunted into such bone-hurting coldness when she crosses through it.

She doesn’t nearly fall off the parapet. She doesn’t smash her toe. And the poltergeist doesn’t hit her with anything, because she knows she’s supposed to take the book with her and not leave it on the bed.

So she’s a lot less bruised, a lot less traumatized, and a lot less frozen when she gets back to the door into the great hall. Elapsed time—she guesses—under five minutes.

Health levels 90%, she tells herself, and has enough self-possession to smile.

She touches the metal handle. It has a simple thumb latch. It opens in.

The metal is so cold her skin adheres, and when she peels her hand off after pulling the door a few centimeters towards her, she leaves the whorl pattern on her thumb pad behind. Like a medieval thumb lock, she thinks.

She nerves herself, grasps the edge of the wooden door as colder air billows curls of steam around the door frame, and yanks it wide.

The faceless ghost poses—drifts?—in the middle of the room. There’s another doorway beyond her, much larger than the one Marie stands in now. Marie must have missed it before because her back was to it when the simulation started. She rolls her eyes at herself, mortified that she missed such an elementary bit of sleight of hand in the design.

Right. She doesn’t see a clever way around this, and anyway she’s pretty sure that what she’s supposed to learn from this experience is not how to be smarter than a programmed ghost.

She grits her teeth and runs. Maybe the exertion will keep her a little warmer.

Frost rimes her eyelashes. Her fingers and toes ache down to the bone. The surface of her skin stings, and her lip splits with a sudden smarting and the taste of blood.

She runs through the mutilated ghost, and is both exhilarated and a little surprised to find herself running right back out the other side again. The little book is still in her hand, though the knuckles are cold-chapped. Her feet slip on the icy floor, but she does not fall.

She fetches up against the other door with a thump and fumbles it open, yanking so hard her shoulder twinges warning. Then she’s outside, managing to get down a set of stairs without falling, to find herself standing on bluestone flags in the dooryard of a tall, narrow, rectangular castle, in what seems like a perfectly normal summer twilight.

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