A bead of sweat appeared on Kirk's forehead, slowly rolling down his sharply defined Western face, bringing with it a tickling sensation.

But Kirk had no time to wipe the sweat away, nor did he feel any itch; he only felt a numbness spreading throughout his entire body.

How could this be...

In his mind, images flashed like a revolving lantern, from the moment he entered the game to the scenes unfolding now...