Radio Free Liberty

[Osilon]

Jasmine swept her hand through the white mist that encircled her, another line of code shattering before her eyes as it disappeared back into the clouds. How long had it been for her? Felt like a day, a week, though it was probably only an hour at most. Hex-Cinq wouldn't let her lay in sleep for too long, especially when nipping at non-Gallic systems. Suddenly she reached out through the mist, and touched something new, the proxy of a neural net address showing as a small ball of light with a tag over it. She muttered a word, and it was translated into her native language. "Radio Libérer Liberté..." she whispered to herself, her voice unusually flat in the void. Annoyance entered her voice as she finished, and she returned the words to Sirian. "Shoddy translation...'Radio Free Liberty'...Free Liberty? Hm..."
After a moment's hesitation, Jasmine took the orb of data in her hand, a flick of her thoughts plunging her into the address.
The mist flickered around her as the world rearranged itself, the main thing of course, being gravity. Her intranet wasn't programmed with anything but what she summoned up herself, and gravity was not something she required. She took a moment to examine the room. An oddly unfamiliar place, filled with virtual constructs, herself looking very out of place in what was essentially a straightjacket. With a blink of the eye it was solved, a black suit with matching gloves, impeccable in every way. She took a moment to look around in wonder, her black hair settling down to her waist.
She ordered herself a drink, and took another look around, trying to discern virtual constructs from human beings. This is almost real. I wonder who could've created all this?

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