Lying there in the blood-hued dark, Ohara recalls with a smile his promises 
to get the twins into trideo, perhaps even state-of-the-art simsense 
productions. Those promises have since become irrelevant, much as he had 
expected. The biffs aren’t interested in acting. All they care about is money.
They will do almost anything for the right amount of nuyen, wait on him like 
slaves, warm his bed. That doesn’t stop Ohara from wondering if having them on
chip might be even more exciting than the real thing. It often works out that 
way—with the right emotive overlays, the right editing... and so forth.