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I pulled the helmet off and I was the last to pull it off.

“Hans, are you okay?." Teddy asked me.

I turned to look at him, he had a smile on his face

“It seems like you have a certain kind of hatred for Hex." I mumbled still trying to gather enough information to tell my brain that it was all a virtual exercise and none of it was really real.

The room was large and it was completely white but a moment ago, it looked exactly like King Cypher's throne room.

“Are you saying that we can project any thing into this room, walk in it as if we are truly in the actual place but we are not?." I asked him.

" Basically yeah, Elio is a genius. But the downside is they can not touch or and we cannot touch them, we can sit on their laps or their couches because they are part of the projection in the system but there can be no physical contact. " He said.

" So we are like ghosts." I mumbled

He dropped the helmet back on the big table that layed on the side.

I was still standing
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