Just a few minutes of Ghoster, then I have to go home and get some sleep. Nakamura puts on the sleek black helmet and she fills his eyes with distant mountains and angled fences cutting across green pastures.
Hooves gallop somewhere out of sight.
She stands sharp and alive in front of him above a green field that stretched to infinity. It was just after 4 AM and every three-dimensional graphics processor operated at her beck and call. At this time of night, Virtuella was more than perfect, she was voluptuous. He is at the edge of an open field, under a deepening blue sky. The great red orb of the sun dips slowly behind a distant apple orchard, painting the low mountain ridge rose-amber in color.