The GameBy: Louis Bertrand Shalako
Format: ePub Un-encrypted (DRM free)
How much of who we are is tied up in what we know? If something wiped our 'knowledge,' or higher education, but left our basic faculties, the ability to speak and to act, would we all be created equal again? In The Game, everything must be learned the hard way. A short story.
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|Title of Science Fiction eBook: The Game|
|Release Date: 09-26-2012|
|Publisher: (Indie Author)|
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He had a kind of glazed look in his eye, as he sat there a couple of seats to my left.
“Hi! I’m Peter. What’s your name?”
His head swung in my direction and his eyes swam into focus. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t. Some people remember a name, or associate with a name, others among us have simply chosen a name after consultation and discussion. They usually pick a name by gut feel.
“John.” He looked around in dull wonder.
The walls are beige. The floor is white, a stone-like material, although it probably isn’t stone. The ceiling is white, with silver-hooded lights hanging from it. The bulbs, which glow with just a faint suggestion of greenish-blue in them, never seem to burn out. The tables are plastic, and the framework is an alloy. We’ve worked out that much.
“Hey! It’s a new guy.” Someone, Mary, said it from the far table.
We have four long tables, each holding up to twenty-five people, with twelve on each side, and one on the end. The tables are bolted to the floor and the stools are bolted down. There are fifty rooms, each with two beds, so we know the capacity of this place is exactly one hundred. Today there are twenty-three of us. With John, that’s twenty-four. I was aware of the line of faces turned in our direction. John wasn’t.
“Welcome to the game, John.” Tradition has it that the first one they talk to gives them a little briefing, then introduces them around to the group....