As the indescribable taste washes through my mouth, I find myself loosening up. Sure, the world may be bizarrely perfect, but so what? If this is a government facility in which I am kept sedated, my brain interacting with a virtual reality created by the nation's top scientists, what exactly am I going to do about it?
I smile at the cute waitress, my affability restored. "This is actually quite good. Kyouto, you say?"
All things considered, I might as well enjoy myself. Even if the sake was poisoned...
...even if the sake was poisoned...
...poisoned...
...oh God, what if the sake was poisoned? They know. And, what's worse, they know I know they know!
...but they might not know I know they know I know they know. Play it cool, Spider, play it fucking cool. Excuse yourself to the bathroom and go vomit. You'll be fine.
I feign a sudden stomach pain and stand up. "Ah, excuse me," I mutter to the waitress, "I really must use the restroom."