The illusion is shattered

Your trance breaks and reality comes crashing back down on you. You're Alex not, what did Samantha call you? Alexis? This isn't right, none of this is right.

You fall over, phasing through the cock and onto your wooden basement floor, eyes too full of tears for the projectors to work their magic. What have you done, what are you? Cerve must have realized that it was best not to push the issue and the simulation shuts off. Sammy stumbles as she comes to console you.

Sammy : "It's ok, it's ok"

You're so confused, part of you thinks you should be mad at Sammy for working with that traitor AI. Part of you is still caught up in the frustration from being denied something you wanted so badly. And still a third part of you, the part that was winning out, was just scared and confused and needed to have a friend in the room. Sammy was that friend for now and at least for the moment you were willing to overlook any transgressions. She holds you for a long while.

Sammy : "That's alright, you're going to be alright. I know I know, that was a lot for you to take in all at once."

Of all things the double entendre of that sentence is what broke off the tears in a pained and bitter snort. It was as if she was consoling all three parts of your conflicted self at once. Your senses were returning, you needed to get yourself together. As you stand up you feel like the battle inside you is over and only the real you is rising leaving the broken pieces on the floor, and the floor of that fake hotel room rather than your basement.