Opening Moves (The Gam3 Book 1)
programming languages to Pokémon to US presidents.
    The questions were multiple choice, short answer and long answer. He wrote essays, he wrote poems, he performed calculations, and he drew stick figure portraits when he was asked to draw famous figures.
    As soon as he finished a page, it disappeared, and a new one appeared. Somehow the Game always knew when he was done with a page, and kept pages if he wanted to use them as reference. After the first three hours, when his hands began to tire after writing so much, a sleek laptop appeared on the desk.
    Concentrating, the laptop shifted and became similar to the desktop setup he was used to back at home. Then the testing resumed. As each subject was introduced and Alan answered the questions they either grew harder or easier, developing as he went along. Once he no longer had any idea what was going on, the next subject would start.
    There were portions of the test that taught Alan new concepts, branches of math and science he’d never heard of before. The test then tested him on what he learned.
    Every so often, Alan’s attention began to stray, but then suddenly he’d find himself looking directly at the screen before him, and a message would pop up:
     
    Please complete the test.
     
    This reminded him that this was part of the tutorial, thus he should concentrate and do his best, but it was so mind numbingly boring.
    A few hours later, the next subject arose - AI development - and Alan developed an AI as best he could. It would probably do a lot better at this test than he would. He wondered why Eve wasn’t allowed to be used, it’s not like she’d ever be separated from him. Shaking his head, he got back to work. He was probably being timed as well.
    Yawning, Alan looked at the time. It was nearly 7 a.m., which explained how tired he was. Still, he was used to late nights, and was already on a nocturnal schedule. He’d gone to sleep at 3 a.m. the night before, far too excited about the game.
    While he’d been taking the test the Game had provided him with a bathroom, as well as colored blocks of food to eat and water to drink, but he felt like asking for a bed to sleep in was stretching it a bit too far.
    He also wasn’t quite sure how eating, drinking and what not worked if he was in a virtual world inside a virtual world, but didn’t question it. Instead he asked for a cup of coffee, got it, then resumed the test. He hoped the end was in sight.
    Three hours later, Alan finished the final section about alien politics, that is to say, he answered every question with “I don’t know,” and a message popped up:
     
    Please wait while your test is analyzed.
     
    Sighing, Alan sat back, and a white bed appeared. Not questioning it, Alan climbed in, and fell asleep.
     
    ***
     
    When Alan awoke he found himself in the same white space he began in, although it now had a desk and computer similar to his own, along with a table to eat at, a toilet and a bed. The clock in the top right hand corner of his vision said it was 3 p.m. He had no idea what time zone he was in. The female robot remained motionless, standing in the same spot.
    Yawning, Alan got up, walking up to the android to inspect it.
    A message appeared:
     
    Results gathered. Ready for introduction to the Game?
     
    Yes, thought Alan.
    The android turned to look at him.
    Welcome, traveler, to the Game! I am an Administrator, at your service. This introduction has been designed based upon your answers to the test and actions thus far.
    Used to Eve speaking within his mind, Alan wasn’t too surprised this administrator did so as well, though it sounded more robotic. He sat down at the desk. This would probably take a while.
    As you know, the Game was created to replicate the real universe, but it still differs greatly from reality. It would best be likened to a virtual reality MMORPG, where the entire universe was copied and put into the Game, many years ago. For your information, Earth was first

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