I step out of a portal to a colorful world where everything is made of rubber-like blocks. I looks back at the portal location and roughly sketches what the area looks like onto a notepad I keep in my pocket. I feel silly drawing a portal made of blocks. I have learned in the past the the natives may not know any language that I speak. I start adventuring around to discover that the natives know about the portals. This portal was put in a tower. Immediately exiting the portal there is a sky-bridge. I lean up against the rubbery blocks that make up the side of the bridge to see how far down it is to the bottom. There is a heavy fog blocking my view.
"Hey you! What are you doing? You're not supposed to be here!" a man shouted startling me.
I straighten up, "I'm here on official business. May I speak with the one in charge of the Universal Resource Department?" I ask relieved that he too was not made of blocks. Or maybe that thought was to silly altogether. He is a bulky man with a strong tan. This must be his only job, to patrol the bridge in the sun. That too was blocked by the fog.
The guard seemed taken aback by my statement. A short glance at the portal and then at me, "I need to see some sort of identification, kid."
I start to pull out my Universal Identification Tag (U.I.D.T.) and then I paused. A small thought ran through my mind, "Did he just call me a kid?" I quickly pushed that though aside, I have to focus on the mission. I pull out my U.I.D.T. and show it to him.
He scans then with an iPhone looking device, "I would have never guessed a kid like you would be a part of the Universal Resource Department." he reads my U.I.D.T. carefully then looks back at me, "So you're Ms. Null. Follow me."
"I wish he would stop calling me a kid." I continue to think to myself as I follow him across the sky-bridge. I occasionally glance around at the world around me. All blocks. I'm already tired of this world, to many blocks. It feels like I'm in a real life Minecraft game. A nearby tower now came into view that was hidden by the fog.
"Inside that tower is the U.R.D. Good luck kid." He says and then he turns back to guard the bridge.
Frustrated with being called a kid, again, I feel relieved that he would not be coming with me. I turn to the door and abruptly notice that it too is made of blocks. I push on it. With the slightest touch it gives away, opening wide. The room it led me too is a small and quiet, also very dark except a blue light. I walk in and close the door hoping some lights would come on like the did back on Earth. The Information room is especially like that, the door had to be shut or the lights couldn't be turned on. That feature was put in place to keep people from peeking into a cracked door. But here, that was not the case. In the dim light I could see a normal steel door with a keypad next to it. Instinctively I typed the number on my U.I.D.T. into the keypad. When I pressed enter to confirm my number a computer...