"No way! I'm not being an accomplice to the theft of the century. Take the damn thing back."
"Do you know what they were using it to simulate today?" Nathan shouts indignantly. "Frigging amoebas! That's not even a half of what this thing can do. Wasting such potential; that is a crime!"
"Just because they're not sticking their dicks in the amoeba doesn't mean it's a waste of time," you snap back. "That's it. I'm calling the police."
You turn and grab the kitchen phone. Of course you weren't actually going to call the police. You just wanted Nathan to think you were. And it works. He just doesn't react the way you'd hoped.
He runs up behind you and jams the second VR headset on your head, then hits the button on the scanner. The last thing you feel, as your suddenly limp body goes out from under you, is your head cracking off the kitchen table. Then blackness.
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