To: Synth Foods

[Skorak]

The transmission began, showing Dean inside something that looked like a conference room, behind him a huge window showing a golf court. The green grass and rolling hills stood in crass contrast to the usual space traffic seen in his video calls.

"Good day. So my secretary already told you of our plans at least briefly. See I don't know if you were told or noticed but we have this fancy new Golf VR deck on Park Avenue Station." He was standing and walking from left to right nervously, seemingly troubled by something.

"So it was a huge success but this is ridiculous. It is not comparable to real golf in the slightest. It's not comparable to Curacao or Manhattan or New London even. And certainly not to my private one." He just stated these things as facts. Not bragging much.

"Now I thought why that is and after consulting with my secretary I got to the conclusion that golf is just not a VR sport. You need to do it for real. Feel the sport." He got really enthusiastic though it seemed like he wasn't really that much in for the sport but something else mostly.

"So that is my plan: Why not just do exactly that? Play it for real. On Park Avenue Station. Make a biodome just for golf. You can do that right? Or something similar at least? Can you add a little lake and so on? The typical golf court things?"

He stopped walking for a moment then looking a bit more considerate. "Now I imagine this being rather difficult with all the atmosphere and so on and the lack of trees but I am certain you will find a solution. Do we need another biodome for that? Well you are the specialists. So please make me- us an offer."

"Until then." He said and got ready to walk off.

"I won't lose to that VR kid again." He complained rather quietly while leaving the room.