"In Westworld, there are no safe words." Beware that what you experience here may alter your description of reality forever.
"Westworld: The Experience" allows Comic-Con attendees the chance to pretend they're actually taking a trip to the futuristic theme park depicted in the hit HBO show.
If you're at Comic-Con and want to schedule your own appointment, head to the Hilton San Diego Bayfront Hotel early each morning.
Welcome to Delos' Westworld, where all your dreams are made real; a futuristic theme park full of realistic robot hosts. What could go wrong? Uhhh...
From what we've seen that can happen to Delos employees, we'll leave this door closed, thank you.
We're sure the hosts won't let anything go wrong with the park.
Suit up (you don't really get to do this at the show, sadly) and head into the adult playground of Westworld.
Which gun, holster or weapon speaks to you?
You're encouraged to ogle and make a choice before your personality assessment.
The clothing of old friends graces the waiting room. Never realized Maeve's skirt was so short.
Headed for wardrobe? The salon? The armory?
We know Delos is likely huge, and all are vital parts of a Westworld experience. But here, we're bound straight for intake and Guest Services. Your Westworld vacation is about to begin.
Entering a different world. Our host guided us toward our personality assessment and a new experience.
Does that look a little like Dolores?
Westworld has many possible looks for its hosts. Don't worry -- at the end of this hallway, all of your hopes and dreams are about to become reality.
Behind the SW door (Samurai World?) were intense sounds of sword fighting, grunts and strikes. It was passed off as research and development, but I would be willing to risk loss of limb to see in there.
The guest services personnel helped me find what I was seeking from the park, and whether I was a white hat hero or a black hat extraordinaire.
My biggest fear has been confirmed: Deep down I'm a white hat. (That's not actually me, but you get the idea.)
Again, not me, but love the hat. (When you go through the experience, you get to keep the genuine cowboy hat!)
A poorly lit corridor leads us to our first adventure.
Sadly, Maeve was not working.
After the sorting hat, my compadres and I met up in the Saloon for some period-appropriate drinks and some good conversation.
Black hats and white hats mingled without any altercations (surprisingly).
Sherry punch, a Blue Blazer, and milk punch: The saloon treated us very well. You can see a clip of the Westworld saloon action here on Twitter.
A blood-spattered piano played in the background as we ignored the feeling that danger was headed our way and lived without limits.
A friendly Madame hung around the group as we worked our way through some delicious drinks.