breaking the illusion

This world is a simulation. You get nothing from outside the ship because it was the only thing added to the empty simulated universe. Your implant was sluggish because almost all its processing power was being used to interface your brain with this illusion. The doors wouldn't open because they were not doors at all.

It was a puzzle, how to get outside of something, when this thing is the whole universe to you. First check something. You punched the white surface. Your fist hurt like hell and you obviously didn't do any damage. Pain does exist here.

Things are strange, some bits that you removed are loosing cohesion, falling apart into fine dust.

Could it be that the simulation has a limited processing power? If so you could make it break down. Let's think, there are machines inside and while they are not very good they work.

You run to the bridge and launch all the diagnostic and training systems you could find. The computer has trouble with the load, more than it should. You need more chaos more random events, hard to simulate.

You go to the kitchen and put some water to boil, the simulation will have to calculate the position and movement of each water molecule to remain accurate. You threw a bunch of random stuff in the water for good measure.

It seems to work as you get very excited to see more of the trash crumble.

Wait that's it!

The shower, punching the wall, finding the solution.

Arousal, pain, joy...

If this simulation was truly created by Greys, it would have trouble with emotions. The things you felt were hard to be rendered in a realistic manner. You now had to find a way. The sadness that you felt when you were deprived of your reward in the shower wasn't enough.

The rage that was boiling in you to have been tricked and abused wasn't enough.

The most effective human reaction had been pain, but it was no good if you had to **** yourself to escape.

Maybe pleasure could be of similar use. That's it! Having you fuck the simulations in the shower would have broken the simulation so they removed them.

You went on the bridge and put porn on every simple screen available, using what little left there was of your implant to browse some more in your mind.

Sitting in your Command chair you were stroking your lubed dick, you looked for something belonging to your crew to have a nice smell to stimulate you but found no trace of their stuff.

You felt yourself get close but it wouldn't be enough, so you paced yourself keeping it up, lost in the view of thousands of men and women engaged in a great variety of sex acts that you only knew through those videos.

After an agonizing hour of self teasing and restraint you put some of your favorite. A gorgeous read head with clear white skin, deep green eyes and enormous tits was sensually giving a blowjob to a guy that looked a little like you. (It was a combination of your dream woman and of an actor that looked like you enough that you could imagine it was you.)

Restraint was over now and while furiously masturbating you let go of long ropes of white cum all over the ships commands and screen.

You heard in your stupor a loud sound and everything exploded.

It all went to black.