Stan and Bug walked into the room, not knowing exactly what to expect. The door behind them sealed.

  “Please select lethality of simulation.” A voice asked from somewhere.

  “Uh, Non-lethal, no lasting damage at all,” Stan responded, unsure of what terminology it wanted him to use.

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  “Full safety protocols in effect, the battle will end when the computer has determined either opponents or the active party have all taken lethal damage. The fight will commence in ten seconds.”

  “Ready Bug?” Stan asked her with an unusual cheer in his voice. Being able to let loose like this was a rarity for him.

  “Ready, Dad, let go!”