Another step, then another. Increasing tempo, faster and faster, until she was into a shambling run. The air hissing in and out stung her dry throat, but the pain felt good. Who knows? she thought. Maybe they’ll forget to turn the simsense off. Wasn’t a convincing illusion of freedom as good as the real thing, as long as it didn’t end? If you couldn’t tell reality from illusion, why favor one over the other? Maybe her whole life had been simsense. . . . She ran on.