{So, have you changed your minds?} Nyx asked, sending shivers down the politicians’ spines as they recalled their last month in the white room.
Only silence answered her, so she continued, {Maybe you’ll be able to answer after another trip.}
She slowly raised her hand as if she was about to snap her fingers when everyone in the amphitheater stands suddenly groveled before her and shouted, “Please don’t send us back there!”
{Then wake up and go do what you’ve been ordered to do,} Nyx said, then snapped her fingers and logged the politicians out of VR.
In the situation room bunker, Trump opened his eyes, finding himself laid out on the conference table. He raised his hand to his face and felt an unfamiliar object that was kind of like a pair of glasses. ‘I don’t think I wear glasses?’ he thought as he opened his eyes and sat up. He pulled the object off of his face and it was indeed a pair of unfamiliar glasses.