Shared By My Professors

I hang on every word my philosophy professors say. They speak of gaps in reality, of choice and determinism, and it ignites something deep inside me.

Today, after class, I find one. A shimmering tear in the air. I should walk away, but my curiosity is a craving I can't ignore.

I tumble through into an endless, misty void, and they're waiting for me. Professor Smith, Professor Johnson, and Professor Lee. But the way they look at me now has nothing to do with academics. They tell me this dimension operates on a single rule: free use. A world of limitless pleasure, where the only key to unlock it all is me.

They are my mentors, my professors... respected men I've only ever admired from afar. Every instinct tells me this is forbidden, but my body hums with a dangerous new energy. They're waiting for one word, one little "yes," to begin my real education.

And it looks like I'm about to give it to them…