The trick was to have at least one more world

The trick was to have at least one more world than you had illusions. If you had equal or less the illusions died. But with that extra world you could have the illusions feeding on

That's why we created the illusional world. A world where the mind could be free, never judged. But we forgot the back door, the reminder to let you know that you're delusional...

Fortunately there's a side door clearly posted with the words: You are having delusional thoughts. The problem, of course, is that you don't know if it's true or just someone

playing some cruel joke. Ugh, this was getting more frustrating by the second. I looked around the so-called escape room.

There were plenty of tricky little puzzles which would take precious minutes to solve. Escaping the conventional way was for nerds. I lined up a punch at the thin plaster wall and

drew my arm back. I punched as hard as i could. there was a sickening crunch as my fist connected with the wall.. Nausea hit hard. i guess i will try the puzzles..

I drew my arm back from the wall & it detached. Damn! I just got that radius hinge replaced too. Being bionic is not its cracked up to be. "Alexa! Call Bionics-R-Us!"

"Uh-huh. Yes, I see," said Alexa on the phone. "They say re-attaching your bionic arm will cost 6 million dollars." "What!? I'll go to Mexico and have an unlicensed technician

..." Alexa brought down the storm shutters. "That path will profit no-one." Thank goodness for my niece, though, who was staying with us. Kids these days and their DNA tech. My arm

was genetically engineered by my niece to periodically dip into my pocketbook, emerge with a $100 bill & text her to come collect it.And it only came in SECOND at the science fair!