And then it was time to go in again. To face the new system and make it even better. He felt like a kid again, being in school, having to do the same tasks and assignments over and over. No time to grow. No time to learn. Just repetition. And endless hallways, sometimes ending in rooms with new hallways and choices to be made. But he couldn't really choose. He had to take the path set up for his run, and then the next one and the next one - until they had covered all the main areas.
Once more he entered a room. Empty of course. Five new hallways leading out. And he just stopped.
Let time pass by. Seconds? Milliseconds? Impossible to tell inside, since everything happened when the system wanted it to. Selecting a way could take a second, or a minute if things were busy.
Where next he tried to say...
...and he said how do I know - if anything is really happening, when all I do is dream of somewhere else
