“Told you,” they say, voice crackling through the mic. “Smooth locomotion’s fixed. No more motion sickness.”
You slip on the headset, and suddenly you’re not in your flat anymore — you’re on a neon-lit rooftop overlooking a rain-slicked cyber city. Your mate waves from across the ledge, holographic avatar glitching slightly at the edges.
They grin. “That’s the spirit, mate.”
“Told you,” they say, voice crackling through the mic. “Smooth locomotion’s fixed. No more motion sickness.”
You slip on the headset, and suddenly you’re not in your flat anymore — you’re on a neon-lit rooftop overlooking a rain-slicked cyber city. Your mate waves from across the ledge, holographic avatar glitching slightly at the edges.
They grin. “That’s the spirit, mate.”