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— Well… do you believe me now? — slowly turning her head, she caught his gaze and yanked the wig off completely, as if tearing away the last curtain between them.
— Ethan?.. — Mark stepped back, his palm still hanging in the air over the interface. — No. This… no. I had a beer with you in Brooklyn yesterday. You were laughing at my new helmet. You were… — he stumbled, shifting his eyes from the masculine features of her face to the outline of the dress. — You were yourself.
— Yesterday in Brooklyn it was someone who was supposed to be me, — she said, trying to keep her voice steady. — I told you where we hid the batteries in the school lab, and how you broke the server room key. You can’t fake that.
— Anyone could know that if they dug through our old networks, — Mark threw back stubbornly, but quieter now. He looked up at the interface and flinched. — The name above you says “Vivi_Courtesan_42.” Player tag: missing. Shit. Is this… is this a bug? An exploit?
— It’s a nightmare, Mark, — she crossed her legs, feeling how the tight skirt pulled her knees closer together than her old body was used to. The high collar covered her neck, and she felt like it pressed a little, hiding what she didn’t want to see. — I can’t log out. The exit button is greyed out. The AI says I’m an NPC. If I get killed here, I’m not sure I’ll wake up.
— And I’m not sure you’re not messing with me, whoever you are, — Mark gave a nervous chuckle, trying not to panic. After all, it was just a game, even if the most popular one now, since the full-dive tech was released. — Head transplants? Yeah right, you really do look like Ethan, exactly the same face.
— Because I am him, — she replied, — Turn off your overlay and look deeper.
Mark twitched his fingers, bringing up the system windows. His face stayed stubborn, but his gaze was already drifting over the lines.
— “Vivi_Courtesan_42,” — he read aloud. — Player tag: missing. Owner: encrypted. Last activities… — he fell silent, glancing sideways at her. — Fines in the “Hookah Alley” district, interactions: “invite to room,” status: “scripted actress,” interaction: “Open all holes” and—
— You’re looking in the wrong place, idiot… — not harsh, more softly, and blushing...Full story (8 400 characters - 2 parts + add. images) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon