Rushing out of his apartment on the strip, the bleary eyed individual went to a
nearby Virtual Reality Combat Arcade, and stood in a digitising booth.
Grabbing the data slug that carried his image, he returned and reconnected to the Virealitor.

They met in a cottage by some unknown sea.
Much later, they walked arm in arm over cliff tops, buffeted by wind, and watched
surf break against the base of the cliff.
She was shorter than he had imagined she would be.
And he was weedier than any of the Clark Gables or other images that he had used.
They found this didn't matter to each other.
There was much comfort to be had here.
They spent most of their time talking.
She was a data tech, and he a software engineer.
Different pasts and from different countries.

They met in person later that year.

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