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Marcus leaned closer. The basement bulb popped. Darkness.
A muffled voice—his own voice—came through the door crack: "You shouldn't have searched for the original experiment, Marcus. They’re not aliens. They’re us. Every player who ever finished the game. We didn't escape the facility. We became it."
The keyboard clattered. The screen flashed: alien shooter the experiment pc game download
He reached for the mouse. There was no cursor.
From the other side of the wood, a skittering sound. Not one set of legs. Hundreds. Marcus leaned closer
The game had already started. And this time, he wasn't the shooter.
He was the experiment.
The download bar on his screen read 94%. Marcus didn’t remember starting it. He didn’t remember sitting down at his desk, or even turning on the CRT monitor that now hummed in the dark of his basement.
When his eyes adjusted, the monitor glowed again, but the download window was gone. Now there was only a single line of green text on a black screen: His fingers hovered over the keyboard. He didn’t press Y. But the basement door slammed shut anyway. A muffled voice—his own voice—came through the door
He clicked "pause."