David's Thoughts
Bang!
"Uwaah, aaaaaah!"
David's body convulsed violently on the couch several times, and he nearly lost control and tore off the braindance player on his head.
The immersion brought by the Black Braindance was far too intense. David, lost within it, had nearly been unable to tell illusion from reality.
Only after the images before him and everything he had sensed gradually faded did David, drenched in cold sweat, remember what he was doing.
He was not James Norris. He was David—David Martinez. He was helping a Ripperdoc he knew test the contents of a Black Braindance before it went on sale.
As someone who was half a braindance dealer himself, this was something David Martinez had to do every time he got a new batch. After all, the Black Braindances he got from the Ripperdoc were meant to be sold to people like him, so using his own experience as the standard for categorization was ideal.
But this braindance had an especially heavy aftereffect. David Martinez was still dazed and had not quite come back to himself.
Beep beep.
A sound rang out inside his head. The Ripperdoc was calling him.
"So, David? This braindance was fresh memories extracted from the brain of a Cyberpsychosis case who died less than two hours ago. How was the experience?"
"That was insane, Doc. This braindance is incredible!"
"Hahaha, the real genius is JK, the editor who cut this masterpiece together. Since it's unrestricted, JK is the top name in that field."
"Honestly, it was so good my head went numb. I feel like puking."
"If you fully empathize with a Cyberpsychosis case, anyone would feel that way. So before you throw up, hurry up and try the next braindance."
"No, Doc. Let's call it here for today."
David rejected