all i could see was an empty white space filled with random shapes placed on random axis and locations.
    i walked forward and grabbed a triangle,it was perfectly two dimensional as i held it it started to dissolve ,as it dissolved it began to appear where it began.
    then i “called out alright cut the sim. I’m sick of this fucking exorcise”
 ”got it running exit prog.” was Tim’s reply inside my mind as it does in the sim
 then it was pitch black and i could feel needles being pulled from the neuro coupling implanted in my spinal coulomb then the chamber opened an i could see a young woman sitting in a control booth ,Samantha or Tim as she liked to be called.
“what was up with you today six hours in the mad house? that’s the shortest time in years…is john getting soft”
“shut up you know not to call the sim complex the mad house when officers are monitoring the chambers.”