At nine AM the next day I’m escorted down to the auditorium as usual for our morning briefing. To my disappointment, Cynthia had the virtual reality overlay mode on my contact lenses switched off, saying that it would give me an unfair advantage over the other contestants in the challenges to come.
The visual overlays were useful, but it’s also somewhat of a relief to have the artificial intelligence disabled. It was getting pretty overwhelming and obtrusive, having a flood of unfiltered information and suggestions - although they were more like very insistent instructions, really - pop up at every turn.
Still, I didn’t sleep well last night. My guilty conscience kept me up for hours, as I tried not to think about the terrible, unspeakable thing I did to the doctor in order to gain my fr
