Megan sighed and thought about the slider change she’d made before she logged on. It was enough that she knew that she was dreaming, that she was playing a game, but not enough for her to remember any real details about her waking life. She idly wondered what her real life was like.

It had to be interesting, she reasoned. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have chosen to be a researcher as part of a game.

It felt like she’d been doing this for hours. She was going through legal ...