It was an ordinary Someday afternoon when someone switched off the world. My senses took in nothing—even my sense of up and down was gone.
In a droning voice all too familiar to so many JAWS users of the last decade, the sky spoke to me. "Please select where you would like to respawn.
1. Nanaimo - No Location Found.
2. Gibsons - No Location Found.
My mind raced. This was like the start of a Lit RPG book. But I was here, floating in the respawn void. My city—the one I'd been in just before the world ceased to be—was reporting "no location found."
On a whim, I reached out and booped the air with my finger. "37. Edmonton - Incomplete", proclaimed God for Windows.
Okay. So a virtual touchscreen. With a screen reader. That's ... uh, very inclusive of whatever entity created this. I tried scrolling up on the virtual screen: "66. Atlantic Ocean."
Um, no thank you. Scroll some more. Lots more. Whatever happened to the pacific northwest, I wanted nothing to do with it.
"412. New South Wales."
"Yes, get me there." Feeling an inexplicable sense of urgency, I tapped repeatedly on the invisible screen. Immediately, I felt the terrifying sensation of hurtling through the air faster than any solid object should rightfully fly through the atmosphere. With an abruptness that threatened to send me sprawling forward, I landed on a rocky path. Almost reflexively, without a clue of where I was, I started to jog forward. I heard music. As I ran faster and faster, it got louder and louder, until I could make out the tune. It sounded very familiar. It sounded like ... my Alexa alarm. #WeirdDream
In a droning voice all too familiar to so many JAWS users of the last decade, the sky spoke to me. "Please select where you would like to respawn.
1. Nanaimo - No Location Found.
2. Gibsons - No Location Found.
My mind raced. This was like the start of a Lit RPG book. But I was here, floating in the respawn void. My city—the one I'd been in just before the world ceased to be—was reporting "no location found."
On a whim, I reached out and booped the air with my finger. "37. Edmonton - Incomplete", proclaimed God for Windows.
Okay. So a virtual touchscreen. With a screen reader. That's ... uh, very inclusive of whatever entity created this. I tried scrolling up on the virtual screen: "66. Atlantic Ocean."
Um, no thank you. Scroll some more. Lots more. Whatever happened to the pacific northwest, I wanted nothing to do with it.
"412. New South Wales."
"Yes, get me there." Feeling an inexplicable sense of urgency, I tapped repeatedly on the invisible screen. Immediately, I felt the terrifying sensation of hurtling through the air faster than any solid object should rightfully fly through the atmosphere. With an abruptness that threatened to send me sprawling forward, I landed on a rocky path. Almost reflexively, without a clue of where I was, I started to jog forward. I heard music. As I ran faster and faster, it got louder and louder, until I could make out the tune. It sounded very familiar. It sounded like ... my Alexa alarm. #WeirdDream
