"Wait a minute! This bridge section has no safety rail! What is going on here?!"
He studied the place where the rail section should be. "It's just missing! Isn't there laws against this kind of thing?"
His mind raced to explain it. "Maybe some vandals removed it. What would vandals need a rail for? Maybe it's just lying in the street below."
He closed the distance and peered over the edge. "No - I can't see any rail down there."
He kept looking. "It feels kind of close. It's eerie, because that if I think about it, it's a long way down from here, but at the same time it almost feels like I could reach out and touch it."
He stared down at his feet. "They're just inches from the edge, and my head is practically over the line between here and there. It's really not that far."
Then a gust of wind casually made him lose balance and stumble over the edge. For a few seconds he flailed about, trying to understand what was going to happen. Then he was destroyed.
A strange man in a red bodysuit cheerfully dances next to his corpse, holding up a blinking neon scoreboard sign saying "Victory! Thank you for playing! Reality 1 - Humanity 0".
She throws her legs over the side of the bed, and thinks for awhile, her sexpartner sleeping next to her.
"Maybe I need to stop doing this. If my husband finds out that I'm having sex with all these other guys, he'll probably break up with me. The sex isn't even that great. It's stale, and there's so much stress involved. I haven't thought about it, but maybe it's even rape. I hear them talk about it all the time in the news, how men exploit women. Maybe that's what's actually going on. I'm being raped. That's really depressing to realize. Hear that rape can destroy peoples lives. I don't think that I can stand to face it."
A minute later, her body hits the pavement a few stories down from her balcony.
The cheerful dancing man is there again, holding up the scoreboard: "Victory! Thank you for playing! Reality 2 - Humanity 0"
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