As Miss Smith tinkered with the virtual reality tools, a surge of enthusiasm coursed through her students. Delightful to witness their engagement with a history lesson, she thought to herself—technology truly transforms education.
“Alright class, today we’re going to explore the year 1916. Can anyone tell me what transpired during that time?”
Eager hands shot up, particularly Lucy and Greg who were always ready to participate. Miss Smith, with a hint of mischief, chosen Maddie, a quiet girl reluctant to speak. “Maddie?”
Maddie squirmed, her face burning red with embarrassment. Miss Smith sighed, “We’ve discussed this before! Regardless, our upcoming experience will be unforgettable. Keep in mind: Observe, Listen, and Retain. We will have a quiz on World War I afterward. Please grab your headsets and connect them as we practiced. It’s completely painless!”
The students complied, varying levels of coolness evident among them. Some had previously used this technology, while it remained new to others. With satisfaction, Miss Smith watched them insert the sleek devices and activate her control panel.
Their eyes glazed over as they were transported to 1916 near the river Somme.
Amused, Miss Smith observed their reactions, their bodies trembling as they reacted to the simulated horrors. Absently, she adjusted the intensity to level 4 despite 2 being recommended.
The wails escalated. With a grin, she input new commands, amused by the frantic gestures of children pretending to secure gas masks. This was extraordinary. She increased the settings again.
Lucy collapsed in agony, clutching her shoulder as if injured, while Greg started to foam at the mouth, displaying a remarkable physiological response to virtual pain. Maddie had curled up, trying to hide from the terror.
Checking her timer, Miss Smith noted they had ten minutes left. She raised the intensity to 6.
The children’s screams filled the classroom, almost all on the ground, thrashing wildly. Greg cried for his mother while Lucy lay still, eyes wide open and unblinking.
Reluctantly, Miss Smith realized it was time to ease the intensity. They reminisced about the training regarding gradual shutdowns.
Something seemed amiss. She pressed a few buttons, but the intensity remained unchanged, and a red light blinked ominously.
Growing anxious, she attempted again, but nothing responded. With a sigh, she called tech support while the children’s cries echoed around her.