“Surviving on the surface is only part of the test, and, as I mentioned before, there are also three tasks that you have to complete,” Firturro answered. “Well, what are they? It’s my life you’re putting up for your enjoyment, and I’m tired of this cryptic bullshit. If you want me to jump through any more hoops then you’re going to have to give me something I want: answers.” “That’s an acceptable proposition, but I can only tell you as much as I know. The first test measures your problem solving ability, and the next test accounts for your mental acuity when faced with the duality of human nature.” Firturro sighed and there was suddenly a frozen pause in which time became as tangible as water slipping through a sieve, briefly locking them in a moment in time before everything shifted. Roger’s pulse quickened and beat through his temples until his vision blurred. A mental picture of that old Monty Hall game show, Let’s Make A Deal, where the contestants had to choose between keeping what they already had or letting it ride for a chance to win what was behind a numbered door, replaced the somber atmosphere.
