Welcome to the Rat Maze {Ariadne Event} | Closed
Just when he finally had managed to get some ground under him, it has been yanked away again. When was the last time he had a full night of sleep? A proper meal? Sherlock can't remember and he's pretty sure he hasn't deliberately deleted the information this time.
cout « “experiments:” « “aΓiadne’s thread will lead you from the labyrinth, though not ” « “you alone” « endl; cout « “experiments: ” « “your lives are “linked”” « endl; cout « “experiments: ” « “fight your way to the “core” and the answers you seek will be revealed” « endl;
Sherlock rubs the compass that's appeared in the middle of his wrist. Someone's rewriting the rules of reality here, and he's not sure who or why. All he has to go on is the process of how he got here.
in the midst of the confusion, the floors dropped out beneath the wary citizens, dissolving quickly into shifting pixels, only to close again overhead once the freefall began. though, there were no winds to be felt, no momentum to be gained. instead, they floated, suspended in the darkness, till the lapse of time could be forgotten.
Shifting pixels though. Reality doesn't work with pixels. Pixels are for computers.
Oh.
Occam's Razor. The simplest solution is probably the right one. He's in a computer simulation, or some form of it. That framework is much easier to understand.
Sherlock still has no idea where he is though, or what the linked lives are supposed to mean.
"Who are you?" he asks the symbol on his wrist. [Who are you?]
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