Radio Free Liberty

[DarthBindo]

A digital book hit a digital wall, followed shortly by a digital fist.
The owner of the fist flinched as the proper electrons flew through his nueral band into his brain, routing across nuerons until they hit the pain centers.
It felt real.
Didn't make it so.
The same gorram book for ten years.......why can't i enjoy it as i used to?
With a sweep of his hand, digital bruises on digital skin, he banished the open book, the wall, the chair, the Irish coffee, the old wood paneling, all back into the uncolored digital oblivion, leaving only the stark reality of cyberspace.
He closed his eyes, mind humming.
There.
Something new. He had no idea what, but hey. Men at the end of their mental rope seldom have concerns.
His eyes opened, and looked around.
Baroque styling, check. Drinks, check. Music, check. Drunkeness....check.
He approved, and ordered several drinks.
The mind-crushing morass he intended on drinking into wouldn't be real, but he simply didn't care anymore.

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|