Charley thought hard about the last few days, as he tried to make a go of the factory.
Of course, it would have all ended in a joke, but for the fact that Pierce had guaranteed their contracts, no matter how much of a loss they made.
But things worried him.
Was it all coming to an end? And if so, why was the simulation not stopping?
He could understand that fate had brought him here and he had to play out the game. But he had won. The workers had their lottery money and Pierce was running the world. There were no arguments there. So why was it going on?
He might have just let it all run on but for the visit Natasha made that fateful day.
"Hi Charley boy, how's it going?" She walked into the factory office and ran her hand on some paperwork. The men on the shop floor could not take their eyes off her, and she loved it. She was wearing the tightest little dress she could find.
"Natasha I want you to level with me," said Charley sitting in the big padded chair.
"Anything you say, Charley. You are the hero of the hour." She seated herself at the desk.
"When we first met, you admitted that you knew this was all a simulation? That none of this was real and we were all just in a game?"
"Not just a game Charley, but the big one," laughed Natasha.
"So you admit none of this is real?
"Do I look real to you? Do these breasts not look real? That cock between your legs, is that not a real feeling?"
"The game is just tricking my mind into believing that, and you know it. The machine makes me feel whatever I want. But what I don't understand is how you know that. Natasha, you should not be part of the programme. Or at least you should not be able to go against it. Why?"
"Look, Charley! We let you win the money. You are in touch with the most powerful man in the world. What more do you want?"
"The truth."
"What good is that going to do you?"
"Why is the game still going? I helped these people? So why will it not let me go?" Charley was pleading with her now.
"You really want to go back to being a lonely middle-aged man, jerking off to a computer? Charley, you have everything here? It should be a paradise?"
"You are right of course. I should not be so ungrateful, but I'm still frightened."
"Of what?"
"Of it all coming to an end. Of me being stuck back in that world, and it's all been for nothing."
"Maybe that's the chance you take? The gamble?"
"I think I know you well enough Natasha, and I don't think you take gambles. So why are you in this game?"
"Because I love it. I love your world. Of flesh. Of TV. Of drinks. Fast cars. Your world of human emotions."
"So it was all true? You are not human after all? Not just a figure in a computer game like us? But not even human. So what are you really?"
"I swapped this body for a young woman. She got what she wanted. Fame and fortune and human immortality and I got to have some fun in here." Natasha was never more dangerous than when she was making fun of people.
"Tell me the truth?" asked Charley.
"Some people, and I mean unkind people, might call us Demons. I was once called the Demon Astaroth." She let the words hang there.
"So you are some sort of evil devil?"
"You see! You are being unkind already. I've tried to help you. I never did you any harm, and you are coming out with hurtful words." She pretended to be offended.
"Alright Natasha, I'm sorry. But you have to understand that this is a lot for me to take in. Who else knows this is really a game? Does Pierce know?"