He’s suddenly in the gleaming rainbow cockpit of his virtual Boeing-Federated Death Eagle 2, the Iron Dog, streaming down the datalines, blasting through the Projects’ node, and going to afterburners, hurtling like lightning out across the glaring starlit night of the LTG. Acceleration keeps him nailed to his seat. The cyclone roar of his engines rises to a banshee scream. It’s, ahh ... heh. Quite a rush.