She had handed him a questionnaire, and asked him to fill it out. A non-descript white desk and chair appeared in front of him, along with a pen. Sitting down, Alan looked at the questionnaire, and filled it out. It seemed rather trivial at the time.

Name, birth date, sex, gender, favorite hobbies, education, etc. Once that was finished, the tests began.

Math, Science, History, Writing, Programming, Pop Culture - every single piece of knowledge that he had ever learned was being pried out of him. He was tested on foreign languages, guessing at what words he’d never heard of meant, not recognizing even half the languages presented. He was forced to make lists of everything, from programming languages to Pokémon to US presidents.

The questions were multiple choice, short answer and long answer. He wrote essays, he wrote poems, he performed calculations, and he drew stick figure portraits when he was asked to draw famous figures.

As soon as he finished a page, it disappeared, and a new one appeared. Somehow the Game always knew when he was done with a page, and kept pages if he wanted to use them as reference. After the first three hours, when his hands began to tire after writing so much, a sleek laptop appeared on the desk.

Concentrating, the laptop shifted and became similar to the desktop setup he was used to back at home. Then the testing resumed. As each subject was introduced and Alan answered the questions they either grew harder or easier, developing as he went along. Once he no longer had any idea what was going on, the next subject would start.

There were portions of the test that taught Alan new concepts, branches of math and science he’d never heard of before. The test then tested him on what he learned.

Every so often, Alan’s attention began to stray, but then suddenly he’d find himself looking directly at the screen before him, and a message would pop up:

This reminded him that this was part of the tutorial, thus he should concentrate and do his best, but it was so mind numbingly boring.

A few hours later, the next subject arose - AI development - and Alan developed an AI as best he could. It would probably do a lot better at this test than he would. He wondered why Eve wasn’t allowed to be used, it’s not like she’d ever be separated from him. Shaking his head, he got back to work. He was probably being timed as well.

Yawning, Alan looked at the time. It was nearly 7 a.m., which explained how tired he was. Still, he was used to late nights, and was already on a nocturnal schedule. He’d gone to sleep at 3 a.m. the night before, far too excited about the game.

While he’d been taking the test the Game had provided him with a bathroom, as well as colored blocks of food to eat and water to drink, but he felt like asking for a bed to sleep in was stretching it a bit too far.