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NeverWorld Chapter One Randy Butler curled up in a comfortable armchair in the corner of the Student Center. There were students all around him talking, eating, and working. Even though they were all strangers, he felt comfortable here in the large crowded hall. Randy was lonely. He hadn't made any new friends in the two weeks since college began. He had hoped to meet other freshmen taking classes at Philadelphia College, but it wasn't happening. He wasn't meeting anyone because he was a commuter, still living at home. He rode the SEPTA high-speed line each morning from their apartment in East Falls and his class schedule wasn't really designed to help him meet new people. Three big lecture hall classes and Junior level math and science classes made it hard to really socialize. As he browsed through the school newspaper, Randy read something that got him excited. An ad said they were hiring at NeverWorld! The company was searching for part-time workers. NW was the largest interactive computer game in the world. Randy had been on NeverWorld since he was fourteen. The ad said NW was looking for role players to work inside the game. Randy was pretty juiced. He didn't realize he was making noises. He did that when he got excited. "Hey! Are you all right?" The girl sitting at the table in front of him turned around and looked him straight in his face. She had heard him gasping, trying to catch his breath. She thought he was having a seizure. Randy saw the worried look on her face. He was apologetic. He held up the campus newspaper. "I'm sorry. It's this ad! The NeverWorld Company is looking for part-time role players." She grinned at him a bit like he was mentally addled. She nodded. "Yep. They run that ad constantly." She looked at him carefully. "Are you going to apply?" Randy was beside himself with excitement. "Well, sure. Why not? It's awesome! Imagine being paid to play a game I've subscribed to since I was fourteen." The young woman nodded and gave him a warm smile. "Then, you should be good at it. I've never known anybody who plays that game." She said politely. Randy couldn't help take his eyes off of her. He tried not to stare. This woman was beautiful. She was well dressed. She had perfect hair and makeup. Randy thought she was too fancy to be a student. He thought she was more of a young professional. He put on his friendliest smile and held out his hand for a handshake. "I'm Randy Butler. I'm a Freshman." "Gail, Gail Smith." She shook his hand and looked him over. He was a bit nerdy but harmless looking. He had mousey brown hair and huge brown eyes. He needed a haircut, but had a nice smile. ''He's certainly is a Freshman,' she thought. 'He's so young looking.' He had a baby face and seemed a little chubby, like a cute, eager to please, puppy. She gestured to her books. "I'm a Junior in Interior Design. I love my classes, but this year the math is killing me. I'm having a heart attack over this assignment. It's a shame you can't help me." Randy wanted to talk more with her. "Um. Maybe I can. I'm taking some upper-level math classes. You mind if I take a look?" He stood up from his chair and moved over to the table. Randy motioned to her opened book and paper. He saw the homework spread out in front of her. "Calculus. I've done this." Randy turned to Gail. "Hey, I'm pretty good at Calculus." Gail hesitated. After all, he was a stranger, and you can never be too sure. But she was stuck, big time. She felt over her head with this class and needed to pass. She sighed. "Well, I guess it won't hurt t let you look. That wouldn't be cheating. It's just homework, not a test or anything." Randy stood there politely, waiting for her to decide. Gail made up her mind. "Okay, Randy Butler. Look at this problem and tell me how to do it. It's pretty tough, at least it is for me. It's too challenging. It hurts my brain and is causing me fits." Randy looked over Gail's shoulder. He read the problem aloud and then guided her step by step how to find the solution. "It's not difficult once you've done a bunch of problems just like it. The first one is always the challenge." Gail smiled. "Oh, thanks. That's going to make it easier to get this done. Maybe I'll have time to go watch football practice and see Brad play. He's my boyfriend, you know." 'Of course, he is,' thought Randy. 'It figures she'd have a crush on a football player.' Randy showed her how to apply the same simple equation to solve all the word problems on the page. He watched as she wrote out the correct formula, plugged in the variables, and solved it. "That's it, Gail. Good job." She laughed aloud. "Yeah, right. Imagine me doing a good job in math. That's a joke!" She stopped and smiled at him. She grabbed his arm. "Hey, you're a great teacher." When she touched his arm, Randy almost fainted. Beautiful women just don't touch geeks. After watching her do a few problems on her own, he knew she was going to be able to do them all. Gail looked up from her books and looked him over. "You're pretty smart, Randy. I'll bet you're going to do great working at this game company. I don't know anybody who's good with computers. I do like sports. My boyfriend's a Senior." Randy mused, 'Of course, she's not interested geeks and online gamers. No beautiful woman would be caught hanging around nerds.' "Yeah, well, I could use the spending money and would like having a part-time job. My classes don't take up much of my time." Gail shook her head. "You freshman are lucky. Philadelphia College takes it easy on all of you. Just wait until your second semester and see how things change. I barely have time for a social life these days. But, in the meantime, give me your phone number. I know I'm going to need more help this semester with math. Maybe I can hire you to be my tutor." After they said their goodbyes, Randy watched her pack up and walk away. Yep, he thought. 'She is beautiful. Lucky Brad.' He got out his newspaper and searched out the NeverWorld ad. He used his iPad and submitted his resume online to the NeverWorld Company. A text message came back immediately telling him to report to their off-campus offices for an interview at four p.m. today. They enclosed the address and directions 'Wow,' he thought. 'Things move quickly at NW.' After classes were over, Randy walked the six blocks to the NeverWorld offices on Arch Street for his interview. Looking at the five-foot-high stainless steel letters, NW, on the side of the building, he tried to imagine working there. After pressing the security button and speaking his name into a mesh- covered speaker grill, the outside door opened and buzzed him into an empty lobby. He studied the large murals on the walls. The art was paintings of some of the different islands in NeverWorld. A disembodied voice spoke him name then asked him to wait. He sat down and made himself comfortable on a couch. About five minutes later, a smartly dressed, middle-aged woman appeared. She swiped her pass. The door buzzed. She came through into the lobby. She introduced herself as Mrs. Jones and welcomed him. "Welcome to NeverWorld, Randy. I'm here to help you through the application process and supervise your first round interviews." She shook his hand and then led him to a small room where they talked together for a few minutes. She asked him questions to gather all his personal data. While they were talking, Randy noticed she was wearing an earpiece. He figured someone was talking to her through it. Mrs. Jones smiled. "Randy, your interview will be held inside NeverWorld." She led him to an NW console and a chair. She smiled reassuringly. "I'm going to take you inside NeverWorld. This is nothing for a seasoned hand like you. Try to relax, I'm sure you're going to do very well." Randy slipped on the familiar helmet and lightweight gloves. He flexed his fingers as Mrs. Jones typed in a password on a keyboard. As the program started up, he felt the usual feeling of disembodied weightlessness. He felt his mind emptying as everything turned a soft white. After years of playing NW, he knew the computer program was linking through the helmet to his cerebral cortex. When the connection was complete, Randy found himself inside NeverWorld. Randy was sitting at a conference table inside a large room. It seemed as real as the outside world. NeverWorld was a seamless world created by artificial intelligence. All his five senses were stimulated perfectly. During the next thirty minutes, three different people came into the room and interviewed him. The last person he met was a woman wearing hospital scrubs. She wheeled a cart into the room. She plugged the cart into a unique outlet in the wall. She fitted him for a special helmet that he'd never seen before. "Randy, I'm Dorothy, and this is our testing machine. It's going to connect directly to your neural network for a brief evaluation. I just hook you up, and the machine does all the work." Randy was puzzling over the fact that he was wearing a helmet just to be inside of NeverWorld. And here she was fitting him for a second cap to wear inside the virtual world. A second later, before he had a chance to say anything, she was taking it off. Randy apologized. "Oh, I'm sorry it didn't work." Randy hoped that the fact that she was taking the helmet off right after she had put it on must indicate either it didn't make the proper neural connection or the helmet hadn't worked. Dorothy smiled at him and looked at her watch. "It worked just fine, Randy. You were hooked up to the neural analyzer for at least fifteen minutes. We are done now. This concludes your interview." In the blink of an eye, Randy was back in front of the console with Mrs. Jones. He was out of NeverWorld and sitting in the building on Arch Street. Mrs. Jones smiled as she took his helmet off his head. "Randy, congratulations. You did well in our interview. They loved you and were impressed with your enthusiasm. I'm authorized to offer you a position here in NeverWorld. "We're looking for a few part-time role players who are willing to sit on the bench of District Seven court in NeverWorld as magistrates. It's not a very exciting job, but it's an important function of our interactive world. It's is for twenty hours a week and pays you thirty- five dollars an hour." Randy grinned. "That's awesome! My character, Pliny the Mighty, was in the District Seven court last year pleading a case before a magistrate. It was his first trip to the mainland. I can't believe that I'm going to be working as a judge there. But, how would I know what to do? I don't know anything about the law." Mrs. Jones smiled. "We are all prepared to make sure you succeed. You'll have great instructional classes before you take a test. Our instruction is cutting edge and high tech. You should have no trouble. Our interview determined you have a receptive mind and a very high IQ. But the laws of NeverWorld are based on providing for the common good and respecting each individual. And of course, you know the code of NeverWorld is -" Randy knew the answer. He blurted it out, "Fairness and justice for all!" Mrs. Jones smiled. "See, you're going to be great. You're a natural, Randy. Once you've had the training, you'll have all the confidence you need to sit on the bench in judgment. I'm excited for you. Make sure we have a copy of your class schedule so we can start your tutoring as soon as possible. You're going to do fine, Justice Smallwood." "Smallwood?" "Oh, yes. You're Judge Smallwood, Justice of the Peace. Your character is already developed and exists in the NeverWorld community. Your task will be to make a seamless transition into our character, Judge Smallwood." "If I'm Justice Smallwood, what happens to my character, Pliny the Mighty? I've been Pliny for four years." "Well, Pliny will still be around. Now that you work here, you'll get a free subscription to continue with your Pliny the Dwarf on your own time. But most people who work for the company meld with their new character even in their off hours. And you're getting a brand new NeverWorld unit for your home use, too." "So I could be this Judge Smallwood in my off-time?" "Sure. We encourage it. The Judge lives in downtown Port City. A good income and a great job mean having a lot of fun during your free time." "Gee, Pliny has never even visited Port City. He's still working in the swamps at the edge of Griffin Forest." Each afternoon over the next week, Randy went to the NeverWorld building and attended training sessions. He studied the operations manual, watched instructional videos, and learned using NeverWorld's subliminal training. Randy was hypnotized then learned. After an hour in the beta training session, he knew information but couldn't remember reading it. Knowledge just came automatically. This learning system was pretty incredible. He figured he learned about six months worth of law in one week. It took Randy ten days of studying to pass his Justice exam. He was excited. Randy would be Justice Smallwood tomorrow after school. He couldn't wait to work in this company created role. He was meeting Gail at the Student Center to help her with math. He was trying to figure out a way to tell her that he'd just passed the judge's exam. No matter how he phrased it, it sounded geeky. 'Face it,' he thought, 'NeverWorld and I are made for each other. We're both geeky.' When he had joined NeverWorld four years ago, he had designed his character himself. Pliny the Dwarf had supernatural strength and a calm demeanor. As time passed, his avatar had become more like him. He lived and worked in a dwarf community. Pliny had lots of true friends. But, on those remote islands, various mythical creatures abound. Some of his associates were elves, pixies, and centaurs. They were pleasant, amiable neighbors. There were many types of creatures to avoid on Pliny's island. Gruff trolls and dangerous orcs could be a real problem. While no one died in NeverWorld, you could lose strength and respect. Pliny had worked hard for his stature and was a village elder, respected by all his fellow dwarfs. The biggest danger was the Wizards who practiced black magic. Usually, they kept to themselves, but would occasionally entrap an innocent victim into servitude. Then someone was sent to ask for help from a white Wizard. Keeping the black Wizard in check would occasionally mean war. The Wizards were the only human figures on their island. Subscribers who desired fantasy lived there. The island had no provision for ordinary people. It wasn't a dangerous place, but it wasn't a tourist destination. Mischievous fairies were more often encountered that the cruel and evil lurkers of the night. There were monsters. Serpents, dragons, and cruel giants with a single eye were spotted occasionally and were always avoided. As NeverWorld became more popular and more people subscribed, there was a more significant numbers of human avatars, too. A lot of new customers chose to ignore the fantasy characters and just become different versions of themselves in NeverWorld. The human characters tended to populate the larger mainlands that had bigger cities. They had little interest in the pastoral settings and quiet, meditative open lands. Most people stayed away from the outlying primitive fantasy islands. There were millions of subscribers who just wanted to be humans in NeverWorld. They chose to live in populated cities on the newly developed mainland. They enjoyed a colorful lifestyle. But, the cities were expensive places to live. The island creatures grew their own crops and made their own clothes. Hard work with simple tools was valued. Even though there was no money, it was a rich society full of love and respect. Characters traded and bartered to meet their needs. Pliny mined copper, valued for its ability to be made into cooking pots and jewelry. He worked hard and had a good home on their island. He was looking forward to someday soon courting a female dwarf for a wife. The original conception of NeverWorld was a fantasy world populated by elves, warlocks, witches, and dwarfs. As more people paid for annual subscriptions, more islands were created. There were still places where magic ruled, but more and more, people wanted wild and boisterous cities. They wanted bars and nightclubs where drugs were available, and alcohol flowed. They wanted a party society to escape to. With these hedonistic pleasure centers cropping up more frequently, different rules of law were established to keep the peace. The laws adjusted and adapted as the NeverWorld community had changed. Now, NeverWorld had pay-part-time employees to be trained as policeman and judges to keep the peace. Randy's new character was a city dweller who would rarely meet a fantasy creature unless there was a legal dispute to be settled in court. NeverWorld was the most popular interactive game worldwide. Millions of people played regularly. Most people visited daily but some still just came on the weekends or during vacations. NeverWorld offered many different venues where you could always do battle and rage or just party and make love. As more people subscribed, more islands were developed. NeverWorld provided something for everyone who paid the yearly subscription fee. While he was excited to start his new job on Monday, he hadn't ignored his school life. He'd continued to go over to the Student Center to meet with Gail and help her with math. Whenever he saw her, she asked politely about his classes. He could have talked for hours about NeverWorld but knew she wasn't interested. She did perk up when he helped do her homework. She appreciated the patience he showed teaching her Calculus. She also kept him up to date with her boyfriend, Brad. "He's only the third-string quarterback, but the coach says he has the potential to do better." Randy could have cared less about jocks but liked hanging around with Gail. He'd just nod and listened to her prattle on. 'Girls,' he thought. 'What goes on in their heads?' He just didn't get it. They were so hung up on superficial things like clothes, jewelry, and makeup. Gail sensed Randy didn't have any friends at school. She was happy to introduce him to her friends. Of course, all of her friends were Juniors in Interior Design. While they instinctively would have looked down at a nerdy freshman, if Gail liked him, he got a bye. After a while, they started to see him as their goofy, younger brother. Most of Gail's friends were girls. Randy was surprised to see guys in the Interior design major, too. They all hung out together and were the best dressed and best-looking people he'd ever met. He just assumed it was the arty side of their brains that made them beautiful. On Monday, when his classes were over at two o'clock, he promptly walked over to the NeverWorld offices. He sat in the lobby waiting to get to start his first shift as a new employee. Randy's pass would only take him to the visitor's lobby. He still needed Mrs. Jones to escort him wherever he was to go. The building was an impressive multi-storied windowless high rise that could have been in any city. There were NeverWorld offices in most major cities. He swiped his new pass card and was buzzed into the main door. Mrs. Jones was waiting for him, and she shook his hand. "Welcome aboard, Randy. I'm sure you want to get started, so follow me!" As he walked down the fluorescent-lit corridor, he listened to what his new boss said, "You might to want to go slowly, take it easy on your first day. Remember, you can call a court recess and go offline to ask me for help anytime. Feel free to talk to the other justices when you're on duty for their opinions. Don't hesitate to ask for advice. No one expects you to be perfect." She led Randy down the hall to a large room divided with shoulder-high partitions into cubical. Student players, each working for the vast online society worked in this cubicle farm. Each person was plugged into a terminal. Mrs. Jones led Randy to his new cubicle. He sat down at the terminal and picked up his headset and gloves. As he slipped them on and tapped his finger to activate the system, he was amazed at the clarity through his visor. He'd noticed the great reception when he was taking his classes. But now that he had arrived in NeverWorld he realized that their equipment was far superior to what he was familiar with using on his home system. He tapped in his new passcode and his view blurred. He was headed to NeverWorld. NeverWorld's Port City was a land of uninhibited pleasures. Morals and society were much more liberal here than in the real world. That's what made NeverWorld so popular with subscribers. It was a party town. There were clubs and bars everywhere. The Red Light district took up a significant portion of the Spanish Quarter. The sidewalks were wide, and it was a favorite place to hang out. Randy's real world had become a puritanical society. This was the new reality of their society. Everyone was expected to follow a strict moral code of behavior. Everyone went to church at least once a week. Everyone followed the laws. Drinking and partying were frowned upon. No one would have considered driving under the influence. Police were everywhere, and enforcement of the rules was primarily. Strict laws meant harsh punishments. Throughout high school, there were many rules of conduct. Respecting elders or keeping one's temper under control, were a priority. His college was no different. Some people were critical saying the United States was moving backward. Progressive society was gone. This devoutly religious, puritanical culture was here to stay. And that puritanical society was one of the reasons NeverWorld was so popular. There weren't as many rules. Things were more relaxed. People were invited to be open and liberated. Free love was the standard in NeverWorld. Of course, in a cyber world, there were no consequences for indiscreet behavior. Randy was in his cubicle and finally online. He was waiting to merge with his character. His interface was rapidly adding details and coloration to the world he was looking in on. While he could see where he was, it took about ninety seconds for his brain waves to merge with his online character. He was so used to being Pliny that his mind was ready to jump into the dwarf's brain and body. But, this was a new experience, and he was adjusting much more slowly. This new transition felt different. He was more aware of colors and smells. His senses were coming awake. It was as if he was changing inside and out. He'd never experienced this kind of emotional connection with Pliny. Randy found himself slowing down and relaxing. His brain was adjusting to his new character's mind. The transition was taking a long time. Then, he was inside his character's body and looking through their eyes. He was looking straight at a beautiful woman staring right back at him. She had pale, translucent skin and the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen. Her face was framed in thick, dark brown hair that formed curls and waves around her face and down to her bare shoulders. He smiled, and she smiled back. 'Geez,' he mused. 'If this is my secretary or my judicial assistant, it's going to be a lot more fun than I thought.' The first thing he did was to reach out to shake the hand of the pretty woman in front of him and introduce himself. He was shocked to feel a thump and saw his own hand strike a mirror. The voice he heard when he talked was entirely alien to his mind. His voice was higher, richer, and lilting. He looked at his hand and realized that the pale skin, the long painted nails, and the jewelry wrapped wrist were his. He was looking at himself in the mirror. Judge Smallwood was a beautiful woman. Really, a gorgeous woman with long, rich wavy hair, huge eyes, and a generous, sensual mouth. And from what he could see, a beautiful body. Randy disconnected immediately. He was soaked with sweat and shaking inside. He'd just been inhabiting the body of a mature woman. And it was more of a surprise than a shock. His new character was decidedly female. In the brief moment that he dwelled inside her, he had experienced a whole new set of feelings. He'd never been in this situation before. It was simple being Pliny the Mighty. He's a dwarf. You wouldn't mistake him for anyone else. He's short, stocky, and incredibly powerful. He is strong-willed, friendly, and fiercely loyal to his friends. He doesn't treat his enemies well. Pliny had fought in the Second Territorial War against the orcs, trolls, and the black Wizards. Without his friends and the white Wizards, he'd have been dead and buried long ago. Even after fighting battles and killing trolls, Randy was not mentally ready to inhabit this new female personality. What he felt going on inside him was much more alien than inhabiting a dwarf. He got up from his cubical and retraced his steps until he found Mrs. Jones and told her about his confusion. All she did was laugh. "Randy, think for a minute. Have you ever seen a justice in NeverWorld that's a man? You told me you'd been to court before. Weren't all the justices women? Randy, the statue of the Scales of Justice in every American court is a woman. Naturally, in NeverWorld, justice is dealt out by women justices. Randy, if you want to quit, that's fine. I wouldn't want you to do something or be someone you can't handle." "Geez, Miss Brown, I never thought about being someone female. I don't know if I can do it. I mean, what if I make a mistake and do something out of character?" "Randy, you don't have to worry about that. We at NeverWorld understand that you might feel awkward at first. We have installed a chip inside your headset that will help you stay in character. It will override anything you might do that's inappropriate. Come on, Randy. Go and give it another try." Randy thought about it and returned to his cubicle. He really wanted to do a good job, but suddenly questioned his ability. He took a deep breath and started up his headset again. Within seconds he was back in front of the mirror and looking at his beautiful face. He smiled and was rewarded with seeing perfect teeth and full, rosy lips smiling back at him. Randy talked out loud to himself, "This is unreal. I mean, is this all me?" Randy heard a sexy voice and felt the sound in his throat. He touched her lips and felt their warmth. He looked down at her body and was shocked to see that all she wore were panties and a bra. He was momentarily shaken staring at this voluptuous body. She looked around and saw a red, satin robe on a hanger. She stood up and put in on. 'Well. Now I know what a justice wears under her robe,' he thought. Althea Smallwood buttoned her robe and slipped into a pair of red cork soled slingbacks. Randy instinctively knew the layout of her office and courtroom. She fluffed her hair, checked her makeup, and walked out to the courtroom. Althea Smallwood signaled to her bailiff and paused while she was announced. As she walked into her bench, she told everyone to be seated. She sat on her own raised platform at the front of the court. She swiped the terminal in front of her and saw the list of cases being contested today. "Let's begin. Ladies and gentlemen, when you come before the court, please understand that I try to be fair. But I don't want anyone to think that lying to me will enhance their case. If I feel that you are trying to pull the wool over my eyes, you will understand the wrath of a judge of the District Seven Court." And District Court Seven began with Althea Smallwood presiding. She patiently listened to small claims where neighbors disagreed with other neighbors. She listened to cases of property disputes and heard accusations of criminal violations that she directed to higher courts. She decided innocence and guilt, levied fines, and proclaimed people innocent of all charges. And a few were remaindered to the court for further hearings. Two hours later, Althea excused herself, stood, walked out of court, and into her private chambers. She was exhausted. She was ready to relax. She walked to the door of her chambers and summoned a clerk. She smiled as she told her clerk to tell the bailiff that she was done for the day. Althea knew that another judge would be in the court sitting in that same chair hearing more cases after a brief recess. She returned to her dressing room and took off her robe and hung it up on a hanger. She turned and looked in the mirror. She looked critically at herself. Althea was an attractive woman. She was tall and slim. She had an athletic figure. Her slim waist curved into good hips and attractive long shapely legs. She turned and admired her firm, rounded backside. Her high cut bikini briefs revealed her smooth, flawless skin. As she sat down, her hand idly touched between her legs finding her sex. She touched herself gently, slowly going in circles stimulating herself. It felt good after concentrating for so long in court without a break. Still stimulating herself, Althea Smallwood parted her lips and breathed quicker. She brought both hands up to cup her breasts, gently squeezing and watching her nipples respond by filling with and growing. She smiled and thought about her dinner date tonight with William Baxter. She was looking forward to this evening. She looked at the mirror and sighed. Althea Smallwood, magistrate, was tired. She had worked hard. There were fewer cases than when she started this afternoon. She closed her eyes, and one hand returned to between her legs. Her right hand pinched hard on the engorged nipple. As the pleasure flowed through her body, she released Randy out of NeverWorld and back to his cubicle. Randy slowly came back. He was aware of his surroundings and the quiet hum of the terminals all around him. As he came back to full consciousness, he realized he was still erect, and there was a wet spot in his underwear. He adjusted himself to keep his orgasm stain from leaking through to his jeans. Randy smiled. This was a new experience. He'd never had such powerful sexual stirrings in NeverWorld. Randy turned his monitor off. He just sat there and thought about what had happened after court. Althea Smallwood was distinctly thinking her own thoughts. She had a date tonight. And then when she teased him by masturbating. Rodney swore he didn't initiate that. He stood up on shaky legs and left the NeverWorld building. He was exhausted. He'd never had to concentrate harder. He'd never felt completely consumed by a character. There was a distinct difference between being a dwarf working in the swamps and being a magistrate in court. He knew that another judge would continue with the docket he didn't finish. He sat there waiting for his brain to separate from his lengthy online experience. Two hours was a long time playing NeverWorld. But this was the most incredible experience he'd ever had. In the past, he'd find himself taking long walks after school still imagining that he was that muscular four-foot tall dwarf who enjoyed fighting with a broadsword and drinking ale from a quart pitcher. He'd mentally role play when he wasn't in NeverWorld. For the past four years, he'd had real adventures with Pliny. They'd traveled the outer lands of NeverWorld and seen fantastic sights unlike like his real life. But here, he sat on the judge's bench and heard cases between humans, dwarfs, fairies and elves, and witches. They'd all filed through his court to share their stories, some even brought lawyers. Since it was a basic magistrates court, the crimes and charges were small. The court was busy, and the parade had come his way, well, her way. She didn't have to do anything but listen and rule. It was all amazing. As he walked home back to the Student Center, he was still trying to understand Althea Smallwood and who she was. Randy knew that every time he was in NeverWorld, he would appreciate Althea Smallwood more. It was all pretty crazy. But, he was tired and wanted to catch the train back to East Falls. The rectangular room was lite by the ambiance of the glowing screens that filled the long wall. It was so quiet you could hear the air conditioning clink on. The controller and his boss were concentrating on the data gleaned from the first-day session with Randy. They had come down immediately when the monitor called and reported what happened. They were examining the date and the video of the last five minutes. The boss turned to the controller. "How do the reports look?" "Randy did a good job in court. Smooth and straightforward with no dropped balls. The AI sat back in the shadows. The transference success measured at 93%. For a first-day trial run, that's excellent. Oh, yeah. The helmet control chip operated at twenty percent until the orgasm." "Any indicators in blood pressure, pulse, or respiration rate?" "Once again, everything was all good until the orgasm." "Then, we got no warning from the AI that it was taking over? Do we have the mutual orgasm on tape?" "Yep. Should we save one copy and erase the aberration from the files?" The boss was nodding. "I think so." He thought about it and nodded. "Yes, it needs to be erased. We can't have that tape in circulation. If our customers felt the AI could take over control of their behaviors, the shit would hit the fan, big time." "Do we need to communicate with our A.I. about the Smallwood behavior? Is it toying with us? "Honestly, I don't know. Should we stick our heads in the sand over this or confront the AI?" He shrugged. "I think we should keep the problems with the AI under wraps until we know what happened." "We need three more days of baby steps with Randy, then let's fire the control chip at 100% on Friday." The controller nodded at his boss. To the reader, Thank you for taking the time to read the first chapter of NeverWorld. I hope you enjoyed it. Just to keep you up to date, I've taken a short story I posted here last year, titled 'Nanites' and rewritten it as a novel. Its up on Amazon. It's titled "Copy.Cure." by Leslie Moore. I hope you check it out and read the free chapters available. Thanks, LM