Only a Game
12. Dr. Jim Watkins (2)
He was not a neurologist or something fancy like that, but a very junior member of one of the emergency rooms of the large hospitals in London. He was not very well paid, so when his superior had asked, who would take this additional job on Saturdays – the research and the glory, a new dimension not only of computer game but of knowledge about the human mind, he had agreed.
And now he was watching the monitors of the test runs of this new computer game and this pretty girl shagging some figments of her imagination.
How sick can this world get?
He had tried the game himself, doing a short game of Star Trek. He had been a smashing Mr. Riker, and the game had felt as real as anything. It had certainly been more interesting to play than to watch other people play…
But, oh well, he was very well payed for the few hours watching the test runs, and it was easy work, just watching the monitors, checking pulse, blood pressure and stuff like that.
He looked back at the smiling face of Ms. McCourt.
He would take a heart. He WOULD ask her out to dinner.
Now he smiled himself, imagining a lovely dinner and joking about the game, teasing her a little about what she had experienced. Promising to be even better in real life…
No, he told himself, reining in his fantasy. That would not do at all!
But he would gather up his nerve and ask her out. He would do that, he promised himself.
He left the room to look at another test person.
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