Free Virtual Prophet by Terry Schott

to it. “We’ve even witnessed individuals who can fly!” he looked around in amazement at this fact, shaking his head in wonder. By this time the energy had built in the stadium, and people began to cheer and applaud the accomplishments Trew was listing.
    He paused and nodded until the applause died down a few moments later.
    “It’s easy to watch an avatar playing inside the Game and think it’s actually them doing these incredible things,” he said. “Yet when you think about what is truly happening, it’s nothing more than a young child, lying comatose on a bed, sending their thoughts into a simulation.”
    Trew scanned the closest members of the audience. It was clear by their expressions that many had forgotten this fact. “Thoughts are powering a virtual world populated and existed in by billions of children.” He shook his head slowly. “How can so many miss the lesson in that truth?”
    It was so silent that Trew could hear individuals breathing around him.
    “We see it’s possible to fly in the Game, yet Tygon’s skies are empty of people flying.” He rotated slowly in a circle as he looked out. “We see it’s possible to levitate objects in the Game, yet nothing floats above our palms here.”
    He took a silver coloured bar from his pocket and held it flat in his hand as he continued to slowly rotate. “Many of you say the Game isn’t real. Many maintain that things work differently inside the Game, even though since day one we were told that Game conditions exactly mirror our own universe.”
    With a dour frown, Trew stopped moving and looked at the bar in his hand. “Many of you will say that there is nothing you can do. About anything. And because you believe it, you are absolutely correct.”
    Trew paused for a moment, and then he threw the silver bar straight up into the air. As it came spinning down towards his hand, he knew what the crowd was hoping to see. He knew everyone held their breaths in anticipation of him catching the bar with his will, allowing it to float lazily above him; Trew the leader, showing everyone what the mind could truly accomplish.
    As it came rushing towards his flattened palm, Trew moved his hand out of the way and the silver bar hit the stage with a loud clanging ring that echoed to the furthest corner of the silent arena.
    Trew watched it until it had come to rest, and then he raised his eyes to scan the crowd with a pleasant smile on his face. “Most of you will ask what I’m trying to prove with this demonstration. Some might even ask if it’s possible to levitate matter. The answer is yes.” Trew walked down the steps so that all but a few of the closest onlookers could see him. His voice continued to ring out loudly. “If you all really want to know what’s happening inside the Game, if you truly want to see the feeds again, then stop hiding in your homes like powerless blankets and waiting for life to come to you. The truth is, if enough of you think about it happening, it will happen. That’s the secret; I hope that enough of you believe me.”
    Trew stopped moving and knelt down slightly. “For those of you that lack belief, I will do what I can to help you change your way of thinking.”
    He pushed up mightily and propelled himself into the air, floating fifteen feet above the ground while the stadium erupted into excited shouting and cheering. With arms crossed and feet together, Trew floated slowly towards the main stage, gently touching the wooden surface and walking towards the exit.
    “As for the bar,” he raised his hand slightly and the silver bar shot swiftly upwards into the air, stopping four feet off the dais. It began to spin slowly, the light reflecting off of it as it did so. “When one of you believes enough to pull it from the air, bring it to me.”
    Trew stopped at the edge of the stage and looked out over the crowd. “That’s all I have for tonight, Folks. Please go home and think about what I’ve shown you. I need you