Silence filled a full room. Seven people stood in front of a large screen, Caine floating in the middle of it. He made multiple attempts at explaining and denying something Jax said.

Jax: "You can mess with our minds, too, can't you?"

The question had hung in the air for a bit. Multiple reactions and suggestions coming from people. Things that happened. Things Caine did. The things he said he couldn't do. It was all a lie. A bit to keep you in the circus.

Jax: "The stupid sauce—the vegan thing! God knows what else!"

Pomni: "Our names.."

Caine, in an exasperated and somewhat panicked jump to his own defence, had put his hands out and made excuses. But the damage was done and another question hung in the air. What else was he capable of?.. and what else has he already done?

Kinger: "Scratch. The first abstraction."

It was a momentary pause.. an unusual burst of wisdom from Kinger, who usually spoke nonsense. But that one suggestion made Caine sweat and run off, leaving you all in a room together. A failed escape. Mixed emotions. Harsh realities or—.. digital realities.