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He was in a room. Not a virtual green screen studio or a pornographic set with soft lighting and a bed in the middle. It was an actual room. A living room, circa 1998. A bulky CRT television sat in the corner, displaying a test pattern. A landline phone rested on a doily. The air in the simulation felt thick, humid, smelling faintly of mildew and jasmine tea.

He felt fine. A little tired. A little hungry. He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. SIVR-146--------

“Who are you?” he managed to whisper, his real voice, not the VR’s. He was in a room