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To Sleep, Perchance to, uh, Sleep
I'm in a VR environment. Underground, a concrete bunker or underground railway thing. The others are robotic-looking, squared kryten-esque limbs with rounded edges and a bronze-gold tint. Suddenly realise, this IS a VR environment - I can do whatever I want! I climb the steps to the outside, passing more bronze Krytens, emerge in the city streets. It looks real. I fly again, moving towards the edge of a building and rebounding, pushing off with my hands (like in a swimming pool - how long has it been since I last went swimming?) I land, enter that coffee-shop on Swanston, near the MCC building. It's dark towards the back, where I meet some other VR constructs. They are looking more detailed every time I see them. I pass by a mirror, glance at my reflection. It's unfamiliar - pale, oval face, shoulder-length black hair, and my nostrils seem to have two bright blue plastic plugs jammed up them, like beads. I take this to be an error in the VR environment's shape-filling routines, and note, "I must alter that part of the model later." |
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