Five years ago. he was an assistant programmer, pushing envelopes for the old-men producers who thought simulated-senses technology was best suited to travelogues. Everyone was afraid of pushing it too far, of making it too real. Witt and a willing starlet showed them how to make it better than real. He made MegaMedia the premier telecom corporation of his generation. He’s paid handsomely, but the men calling the shots are suits, not artists. Witt remembers the days when simsense programming was raw. an art for the risk-takers, not prestructured sequences and patterns Back before he was required to supply an urge pulse every 137 seconds. He remembers those days most clearly when he sits quietly in his study, carefully dipping his finger in and out of his straight Absolute Platinum.