I chuckled and shook my head. "Honestly, I wasn't really into it for the game play," I admitted. "I have a friend who was being bullied-- Well, back up. A company was doing experiments on high school kids through the game, testing some new tech to make this kind of hive mind? So this group of kids wanted my friend to become one of them. Or, one with them. So we had to fight them in the game and out of it, to challenge them. And then, after that all settled, I used it to talk to one of my friends who lived far away." I fought back the beginnings of a blush that wanted to pinken my cheeks. "It was a hologram set up, so it was more realistic, like talking face to face, than texting or talking on the phone."

I felt a pang again, of disappointment, of honest anger, at the fact that the city's controller(s) had taken me from my world just as I was about to meet SmallvilleGuy, face to face. It wasn't fair that that very second had to be the one when my life changed.

I cleared my throat and shook my head slightly, moving on from the memory. "But, anyway... Yeah, that sounds a little familiar. And also very creepy and heartless, I agree. But it makes it kind of easier to realize where to focus your attack. Why bother with taking out the heads? You know they're not the threat. Just distract them while you go for the throat. Or, er, body. I mean, if we're taking this kind of literally, which people seem to do. So what's their M.O.?"