All he had to do was sit in the passenger seat, still as can be, and keep the red headlamp on. He didn't even need to keep an eye on the batteries because I made sure they were recharging the minute he switched it off. He just had to follow those two simple rules and he failed.
In all fairness he'd never seen one of the loggers before - the people who'd plugged themselves into that total immersion headset and never come out again. They don't normally come this way, they mostly migrate between a few local wifi hotspots and power stations. I suppose when their headset dies they go too.
It's so easy to forget that under the clunky metal helmet with its neon red sensor, they're just people. They are trapped and starving and a fatal threat to anyone they see unless you look enough like them to trick the sensors. We're so very lucky that there wasn't a second edition.
From what I've heard, the creator's stuck too though other rumours say that him and the other loggers are all trapped in a virtual paradise and that when their bodies perish their souls will live on in their avatars forever. Sounds nice but at the end of the day the loggers have utterly decimated civilisation.
I don't know if they mean to or if they're even aware of what their bodies are doing under the helmets but if you aren't logged in like them, at least in appearance, they terminate you. I think it's some kind of self-defence mechanism to protect the user, like a way to alert them that they're about to walk into a wall only instead of them turning around they snap your fucking neck.
That's how he went, at least I thought he had. One of them must have slipped a helmet onto him moments before he died because I saw him walking around by the car we used to hide out in. In fact he's been leading loggers to every hiding place we ever went to.
It's only a matter of time before I slip up, forget to charge the batteries or not spot them coming and then I'll either end up dead or logged into the same inescapable contraption that's been making him hunt me down like a dog.
In all fairness he'd never seen one of the loggers before - the people who'd plugged themselves into that total immersion headset and never come out again. They don't normally come this way, they mostly migrate between a few local wifi hotspots and power stations. I suppose when their headset dies they go too.
It's so easy to forget that under the clunky metal helmet with its neon red sensor, they're just people. They are trapped and starving and a fatal threat to anyone they see unless you look enough like them to trick the sensors. We're so very lucky that there wasn't a second edition.
From what I've heard, the creator's stuck too though other rumours say that him and the other loggers are all trapped in a virtual paradise and that when their bodies perish their souls will live on in their avatars forever. Sounds nice but at the end of the day the loggers have utterly decimated civilisation.
I don't know if they mean to or if they're even aware of what their bodies are doing under the helmets but if you aren't logged in like them, at least in appearance, they terminate you. I think it's some kind of self-defence mechanism to protect the user, like a way to alert them that they're about to walk into a wall only instead of them turning around they snap your fucking neck.
That's how he went, at least I thought he had. One of them must have slipped a helmet onto him moments before he died because I saw him walking around by the car we used to hide out in. In fact he's been leading loggers to every hiding place we ever went to.
It's only a matter of time before I slip up, forget to charge the batteries or not spot them coming and then I'll either end up dead or logged into the same inescapable contraption that's been making him hunt me down like a dog.
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