[ WP ] You are hooked up to the machine . You are the test subject , the first person to have their conciousness uploaded . They flick the switch ...

Man of Average Height did not really say much as they walked along the corridor towards this unknown trail room. The other men in the animal onesies did not really say anything to begin with, and because Robort was missing a mouth and only had a screen where it should have been, he could not say anything. Jim was currently in too much shock at to what was happening, so it was mostly a quiet walk along to the corridor, with the few exceptions of Kappa muttering to herself. 
 
 Jim was not really sure how long they had been walking for. The corridor was poorly lit, with some of the best illumination coming from Robort ’ s various lights and buttons on his body. He had asked Robort earlier if he had a flashlight within the giant hulking body of his, but Man of Average Height quickly silenced him, saying there was to be no better source of illumination that what the building naturally provided. “ Nature always gives us the best of the best, ” was what he had said, which Jim found to be funny, considering that nature had not built the multilayer building complex they were in. 
 
 They had been walking for quite a while when they finally reached the other room at the end of this long, long corridor. Walking in, Jim was blinded for a few seconds, while he heard Kappa ’ s disappointed exclamation, “ A toaster!? Damn, I wasn ’ t even close! ” He then heard some rapid scribbling on what was probably her fifth or sixth notebook. 
 
 As Jim ’ s eyesight slowly became adjusted to the bight light, he began to realize why he was so blinded. Much like the last room they were in, this was painted in white. With the exception of the glass roof, which for some reason was white so there was not really an exception, every single natural fiber within the room was white. Except for the toaster placed in the middle of table, which was placed in the middle of the room. Next to the table was a white lounge chair. On the perimeter of the circular room was a long bench, circling around. Man of Average Height had continued forward to stand in front of the toaster. 
 
 “ Jim, ” he said, still pronouncing the foreign name with an awkward tongue, “ this is the trail room. You must prepare yourself to begin. ” 
 
 Jim looked around once more. “ What exactly do you mean, prepare myself for the trail? What am I preparing? ” 
 
 “ So then you are ready, very good, ” Man of Average height replied to Jim ’ s questions. 
 
 “ Uh, no, not really. You didn ’ t really answer what I had asked for… ” 
 
 “ Please come over to the table Jim, and seat yourself into the chair. ” 
 
 Jim still was not really sure what was happening. He felt a gentle push on his shoulder, and turned around to face Robort. His screen read YOU SHOULD PROBABLY DO IT. IT MIGHT GET US OUT OF HERE FASTER. 
 
 “ Yeah Robort, ” Jim started, “ but I don ’ t know what I am getting myself into. I still don ’ t know what is going on! ” 
 
 JIM YOU MUST DO IT, was all the read on Robort ’ s screen. Over and over again. 
 
 Jim still did not want to get into the chair. Which was why he was not sure how he ended up strapped into it. 
 
 “ Sorry Jim, ” Kappa said. “ So far, all of my notes have been wrong. I need to have something right for my book! I can not lose my bet. ” 
 
 “ Uh, sure, ” Jim responded. “ But how did you do that? ” 
 
 “ I pushed Robort, who then pushed to while you both were communicating. Which reminds me, I got that part wrong. ” She then pulled out her notebook and scribbled into it, shuffling back to sit on the bench. 
 
 “ Jim, you are prepared for this test, ” Man of Average Height began saying. 
 
 “ No, not really, I still don ’ t know what you – “ 
 
 “ Please place you ’ re hand into the toaster. ” 
 
 Jim did not comply. “ Not until you tell me what is going on right now, I need to – “ 
 
 Stopping short, Jim looked at his hand. Man of Average Height had already put it in the toaster while Jim was being strapped in. He could not help but sigh. 
 
 “ Good luck Jim, you ’ re the first person to have this machine tested on. You could say you ’ re test subject 1. The chosen one. ” Man of Average Height said, before flipping the switch to turn the toaster on. He tweaked with the dial on the toaster for a little while, and then pulled the latch nob down. “ Huh, the sort of rhymed, ” Man of Average height began saying. 
 
 Jim was rocked back, his mind being pulled away from him. 
 
 Colors. A myriad of colors filled his sight. 
 
 Flashing they flew by, one after another. 
 
 His consciousness was slipping. 
 
 He still did not have an idea of what was going on. 
 
 What did Man of Average Height mean by him being the first person? 
 
 They had never tested this on someone before? 
 
 Jim was in trouble. 
 
 Instead, he was actually in a field. The sky was the purest that Jim had ever seen, not a smog cloud marring its clear reflection. The grass was perfectly watered, the greenest of the green. A fence was a little ways off, with a little barn nestled inside the fence. Looking to his left, a little pond was nestled into a tiny valley, flowers dotted around it. To his right, a gigantic forest sat, older beyond belief. Some how, Jim knew he was the only person there. 
 
 And that was when he saw them. Thousands upon thousands of little colored dots were scattered within the field. Easter eggs. Jim now knew why his knack of finding the most Easter eggs was going to come in handy. 
 
 There was only one thing left to do then. Jim bent down as he started the hunt. 
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 He was not really sure how much time had gone by. He was not sure how many eggs had ben picked up and opened, only to be revealed to have nothing inside. He could feel his mind slipping. But that did not matter. The only thing was to pick up the eggs. Until he found something. 
 
 He had been searching for a while. There was one egg left. He knew it. He just was not sure where. 
 
 He had checked everywhere. The Barn, the field, the pond, the flowers next to the pond, the fence, the woods, the field again. But he was not able to find anything. Annoyed, he sat down. He was not really sure where to find it. He had searched everywhere. Sitting down though, he noticed something was off. His pocket felt a little weird. He thought for a second. His onesie did not have pockets. 
 
 Looking down, he realized that he was not in the onesie anymore. Instead, he was now wearing normal street clothes. And one of his pockets had something in it. 
 
 He reached in. And he pulled out an egg. 
 
 Jim felt his consciousness slipping back into him. Jim slowly became Jim again. 
 
 Opening the egg, he was positive that this was that last one. And it was within. As he cracked it open, a pen fell out. 
 
 Jim could hardly hold in his anger. A pen. That was what he had been looking for this whole time. Reaching down, Jim picked up it, ready throw it far way. 
 
 But when he held it, he could feel the immense power within the pen. And, the moment he touched him, Jim ’ s consciousness was thrown out of the field. 
 
 More colors. 
 
 Flashing by again. 
 
 Jim felt his consciousness coming back to him 
 
 He could smell smoke. 
 
 And burning clothes. 
 
 Jim woke up. The white room was filled with smoke. On either side of him stood 
 Kappa and Robort. The whole room looked like a battlefield. 
 
 “ What happened? ” Jim asked. “ Why does it look like a battle happened here. ” 
 
 “ Because one did, ” Kappa said, scribbling on her notebook. “ And I got the whole thing wrong! ” 
 
 Looking down, Jim realized he was still holding the pen. 
 
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