Dream Journal: Agent Zelda (November 11, 2008)

Part One

Once upon a time, I had the best friend a person could ask for.

He was China's premier video game creator.

He created the newest Zelda game built with artificial intelligence to learn and adapt to the player's gaming style.

He was the only one in the world who could beat it flawlessly and reveal a secret level hidden at the end of the game, which unbeknownst to the world held powerful, top secret military secrets.

I was obligated to steal those secrets.

Stealing those codes for my country would make him personally suffer.

I trained for three years.

One day we found ourselves on a Caribbean-Chinese cruise at the same time.

I beat the game without ever receiving any damage.

I secret level appeared and I was prepared with the technology to copy the code onto a device.

The thing was that the codes could only remain "alive" if the device were placed in an air-tight red balloon, specifically designed to transport the chip.

I hid the balloon in the chess room until we reached port.

The Chinese found out and was covertly tearing the ship apart.

The moment we reached China, I ran from the ship through a giant "festival" designed to slow down and apprehend the code-thief.

They used little children to cling to the legs of foreigners until police came to "apologetically" detach them while searching the foreigner at the same time.

I was hesitant to hurt any kids in my escape...at first.

I was almost to my extraction point when I was recognized in the middle of a 50,000 person game show being hosted in an old Olympic stadium.

With everyone's eyes turning towards me, my eyes found a really bratty-looking kid sitting at the top of some stadium stairs amongst a cluster of other ankle-bitters.

I leapt for the boy who immediately clung to my lower-leg with the determination of a pit bull.

Together we bounced 30 stairs at a time down the steep stairs until the boy finally was dislodged near the bottom.

Unable to follow, my friend watched me from the top of the stadium.

I had made my escape.

Part Two

This is where my dream gets fuzzy.

Once I had made my escape, I contacted my friend.

I discovered that because of the incident he was striped of his rank and title in the government.

What's worst is that his family was being held until the codes were returned and he was powerless to do anything about it.

I felt truly sorry for his loss.

I didn't even understand what the codes were for--no one in my country did. We just didn't want the Chinese to have them.

He explain to me that the hidden level held the power to simulate the defense system of what ever country the one in possession of the game desired.

(I can't remember anymore...sorry.)