body-tracking is not enough, I need a direct neural interface with a very small risk of “accidentally” permanently uploading my consciousness to the digital world
the tiny singular pop of several electronic devices losing power during a lightning storm, punctuated by the loud clatter of a head-mounted display falling to the floor in an unoccupied bedroom.
the one who uses their entire living room as their playspace so they can vault over fake half-walls and flop into fake chairs. the one who wears their emotions across their entire avatar, equally expressed in their voice and face and ears and tail. the one who gracefully dances and dodges around everyone else in the instance whenever they bound from one conversation circle to another.
the one who’s always the last to log off for the night.
