Prehistory 101 [TWS]

Do you remember your tribe? Do you remember their faces, their laughter? Who are you?

You gotta find a way to get back to your tribe, and tell them about this sweet place!

Look for a door.

You ignore the light for the time being...though a niggling feeling continues at the back of your newly educated mind. It keeps being there - not annoying, not anxious - just there - even as you try and drum up enthusiasm to going back, even through the thoughts of the the fire, of community, of their faces and mannerisms, who they were - and guiltily you realize you think of them in terms that the machine has taught you, as a tribe, uncivilized, unwashed...

You've got to escape. You've got to get out somehow. You push aside rusted sheet metal, plant growth, piles and piles of dust - all to no avail. There is simply no door or exit to be found anywhere in the room.

And the light...keeps...flashing.

>Well, what are you waiting for? Get to the next class!

Get back in that chair!

Sit back in the chair, but first give it some cushion with leaves and twigs and whatnot

>Learn more. Clearly there is something to this thing!

It draws you in with its promise of knowledge. It...is irresistible, the prospect of intelligence, the temptation of knowing...

You pad the chair with some leaves first though, since its own cushioning has worn out somewhat over time. You try padding it with twigs as well, but this seems somewhat counterproductive, seeing as they have the propensity to lodge themselves in uncomfortable places.

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You are late, Joseph. Missed material will not be relearned until Review Session at Semester's End.

"...it is therefore evident that Modern Prehistory as a discipline, despite claims by Deists and Free-will Conglomerates, is neither invalidated nor inapplicable in research and practical operation. The ethical consequences of steering the future are as outlined by the Quantos Foundation, to be covered next semester."

1.3 Applications of Prehistory

"Prehistorical studies are often conducted within a gedanken space, where realities are simulated using the collective power of the global computing grid. Students taking practical prehistory operate within the gedanken during training.

Upon graduation, however, practical prehistorians are then connected to the Ledger, the record of prehistory and its paths, and are from then on instructed by the Prehistorical Organization in their specific assignments.

These assignments are generally short-term redirections of prehistory, aimed at immediate benefit. These benefits can vary according to the difficulty of the assignment and the magnitude of redirection, and are always classified. Rumors persist that the Prehistorical Organization obtains the majority of its capital from unauthorized meddling in prehistory, but such claims remain unsubstantiated.

The main purpose and application of prehistory is to create a better future for humanity, sustaining its politic socioeconomical health, preserving its heritage and culture, and ensuring its ongoing safety."

This marks the end of TERM01 material.

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Joseph (bb3421[jijj17]1421bi):

You have elected to take Option A) Practical Prehistory.

When you are disengaged from the EduChair, please exit the education chamber and follow the arrows to the gedanken section. Your unique learner registration identification code will be assigned to a gedanken chamber. Once you arrive, please enter and engage this chamber.

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A mournful moaning sound, skirting the edges of your hearing, finally takes the plunge and awakens you. You groan as you release your grip on the chair's armrests, stretching and wincing as you stand. Every muscle seems stiff and cramped, and you realize why as a bitter wind blows through the chamber, causing your body to shiver uncontrollably with wind chill. It comes from the fissure in the ceiling, and you see that it's already nighttime outside.

You cast your eye around the room, now harshly lit in the dim, sterile glow of some still-operating fluorescent tubes - and spot in the glow of an exit sign the door, hanging open on its rusted hinges. You'd missed it before without the fluorescent lights' aid, and even so there are still vines and creepers partially obscuring the view of the hallway beyond.

You make to step out into the dimly lit passageway beyond - glowing, lighted arrows pointing down the corridor and around a corner, airplane-style - but pause on the threshold. Something niggles at the back of your mind...