What happens when a fantasy becomes so real you cannot wake from it? There is no logging out. Is it a dream? Is it real? Or is what you thought was just a game was actually the real world all along? How can you tell what is real?
What happens when a fantasy becomes so real you cannot wake from it? There is no logging out. Is it a dream? Is it real? Or is what you thought was just a game was actually the real world all along? How can you tell what is real?
Still working on polishing up the manuscript. I will probably post another sample chapter in the next few days (or at least a partial chapter) along with revised versions of chapters 1 and 2.
Soon, the world will end. It will not end in fire or in ice. Rather, it will end in darkness. Can humanity overcome space and time itself? To survive we must turn science fiction into fact yet again...
Soon, the world will end. It will not end in fire or in ice. Rather, it will end in darkness. Can humanity overcome space and time itself? To survive we must turn science fiction into fact yet again...
Soon, the world will end. It will not end in fire or in ice. Rather, it will end in darkness. Can humanity overcome space and time itself? To survive we must turn science fiction into fact yet again...