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The Lies of Material Feeling

Sometime in the near future, several universities students rent an abandon warehouse in the middle of the old shipping district of the eastern section of the city. The young adults clean the warehouse completely. This is their baby that would change the world. These young dreamers are following the same path that the first computer wizards travel on. They built a small command center that is full with computers and the electrical equipment that would control the room that would be the test room of their project. This room has a one way mirror to monitor the test room, and one door to enter and leave the test center through the command center. Electrical generators power everything. Wires tie with plastic cord made miniature bridges that one could trip over. This in fact happens twice. Everyone bring their own chairs from home. Most of these chairs are folded out chairs that are used to watch ballgames.

The test room is practically an empty room compare to the command center. Anyone would think this. Only these amateur scientists know that all the technology is outside the wall. The sensors and all the doohickeys that are important are focusing on the room. The key is hiding these sensors. Everything is ready to take the first test. The only problem now is who will wear the suit.

The man with the green eyes cross his arms and look disapproving. âEUoeI am not going to shave my head.âEU He rubs his head softly treasuring each strand of hair.

The rest of the group gives a disapproving look. The oldest of the group spoke up. âEUoeCome on Steve, you pick the shortest stick. Be the man and shave your head for the test. You want it by force, or be a good boy.
Steve took a breath. âEUoeAlright, my hair is not all that important anyways. Besides, I am the first to test the first virtual reality room in history. âEUoeHe feels his hair one more time and leaves the room to prep up.
The oldest of the group first to spoke after Steve left the room. âEUoeSteve is obsessed about his hair.âEU The oldest man turns to Mark, which is sitting on the chair half paying attention from the result of sleep depredation. âEUoeYou know him well, why does he care about his hair?âEU

Mark slowly turns his head to Kyle and spoke âEUoeHe feels his hair is a chick magnet. He firmly believes that the ladies notice his hair first. He attracts some fine looking women. âEUoe
Kyle gave a quick smirk. âEUoeI hope the A.I. wonâEUTMt just project his fantasies. We do not want to get scar from Steve sexual fantasies.âEU

Tim got up from his chair and reply to MarkâEUTMs and KyleâEUTMs chit chat. âEUoeHe will be able to feel all those fake looking babes with the suit I created. The suit may look like it came from a lame science fiction movie, but it will trick the body to feel like the real thing.âEU

The door open and Steve enter the room with a frown. He is wearing a black skin tight suit. Plastic white sensors cover his head. He is wearing custom made shoes and gloves to help feel the artificial real world experience. All the wires are to attach to the center of his body. The small computer and battery are keys to this experiment. Steve wears glasses, again custom made, to help to see the images the A.I. will create for this fake world.
Steve frowns and rubs his bald head that is cover with scanners that cover his head. Kyle responds to everyone: âEUoeAlright people! Everyone get to their work station.âEU

Everyone with a quick jolt energy with a touch of anticipation start typing and clicking away to get the project of their dreams ready. Steve just sluggishly opens the door to the test room and closes the door softly. Losing his hair is far worse effect on him then the testing of a possibly new way of living.
Steve stands middle of the room. The bland room turns into to a field with yellow flowers with a mix of red in the center. Steve walks slowly with his eyes slowly scanning this fake world. The suit artificially makes him feel sunlight when he stares at the sun. Steve feels grass and flowers underneath his foot. The glasses show the green eye who his new shoes looks like his feet. He touches them with the gloves. The touch feels like he actually touching his bare feet.
Steve first words in this new environment, âEUoeThis is awesome!âEU

The field changes into another place. The new location is in a hotel room. Steve is staring at the New York skyline at a window that makes traffic look like toy cars. His feet feel the brisk fibers of the floor. Steve feels his new clothing, which is a black silk robe. He walks toward the bed, and places his right hand on the blanket. âEUoeThat definitely feels real.âEU He said.
A feminine voice said, âEUoeWhat feels real Steve?âEU

In a dumbfounded voice,âEU This moment feels real.âEU He said to the woman of his dreams.
She enters from an undiscovered room. She has short curly red hair, brown eyes with the enhancement of makeup, and she has a tan as well. She looks to be a foot shorter than him, and an hourglass figure. She has a black cocktail with white flowery designs decorating the front of the dress. Steve approaches his dream woman and rub her arm. His fingertips feel her soft moisture skin. His green eyes stare into her brown eyes. She leans into a kiss but stops a few inches from his face. âEUoeJoin me in bed.âEU She said in her best seductive voice.

Steve feels no breath from her mouth. He looks confuse. He is obviously feeling her skin, yet there no breath from her face. Inside his gut, there is something wrong. Fear travels through his body. The woman disappear, and the hotel room that has a gorgeous view of New York. The pleasantry he felt is robbed from his as a frown forms his mouth. Darkness engulfs the room. He is in a field with no flowers, but only tall grass. His heart races as he looks around.
He looks around erratically. He looks for something. What is watching him? Sharp knives scratch his back. Blood pours out his back. A heavy creature place his paw on his back, and pin him down. His face is full of grass. Blood pours heavily down his back. Steve holds his breath, close his eyes and waits for the final blow. He feels a heavy a heavy breath at his back. The creature drools over the wound.

The liquid on his back disappears, and no more grass in his face. He opens his eyes. The blandness of the test room is scan by his eyes. He takes off the glasses and enters the command center. He said,âEU Guys, we need to add more alterations to the suit. I need to feel a womanâEUTMs breath on my face.
Tim responds, âEUoeOf course, right away!âEU