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*CWs:* none. *CWs:* none.
["Opportunity Paralysis": <small>Rena Hatch — 2368</small>](/stories/opportunity-paralysis)
: *Madison Scott-Clary*
Uploading to transition is not at all uncommon. What you do when you get there, though, is a story you will have to live.
*CWs:* none.
["Fever Dreams": <small>Hieromech — 2399</small>](/stories/fever-dreams) ["Fever Dreams": <small>Hieromech — 2399</small>](/stories/fever-dreams)
: *Ember "Hieromech" Cloke* : *Ember "Hieromech" Cloke*

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@ -247,7 +247,7 @@ I fall into step beside them as we start to make our way down the street. "Wait,
"And she kept tabs on me?" "And she kept tabs on me?"
"Milldions pass before her constructs' eyes, she just keeps an eye out for a few particular things. Friendly faces, interesting stories, that sort of stuff." They shrug, smiling. The smile is kind enough and earnest enough to take the wind out of my suspicion's sails. "You seemed interesting enough to her, apparently, so she sent you my way. You seem nice to me, too. You can call me My." "Millions pass before her constructs' eyes, she just keeps an eye out for a few particular things. Friendly faces, interesting stories, that sort of stuff." They shrug, smiling. The smile is kind enough and earnest enough to take the wind out of my suspicion's sails. "You seemed interesting enough to her, apparently, so she sent you my way. You seem nice to me, too. You can call me My."
"My...like me, my, mine?" I say, sounding stupid even to myself. "My...like me, my, mine?" I say, sounding stupid even to myself.
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"Cheers to that. Hey, look. Jesus Croissant." She laughs. "Want to check it out?" "Cheers to that. Hey, look. Jesus Croissant." She laughs. "Want to check it out?"
Jesus Croissant is sterile, blank, modern. Here, at last, I see the too-flat planes, the too-simple colors, the suspiciously repeating patterns of flecks on the formica counters. It makes me realize just how high quality a sim Old Town Square is. At least the coffee's okay, though croissants are weirdly absent from their menu. Jesus Croissant is sterile, blank, modern. Here, at last, I see the too-flat planes, the too-simple colors, the suspiciously repeating patterns of flecks on the Formica counters. It makes me realize just how high quality a sim Old Town Square is. At least the coffee's okay, though croissants are weirdly absent from their menu.
For the rest of the day, we continue on down the road, hunting for other Jesus-themed coffees and snacks. My teaches me how to play with my sensorium, to turn up and down my sense of smell, my sense of fullness and hunger, even, when a passer-by bumps into me, the collision algorithms that govern how close to me others can get to me before bouncing off. For the rest of the day, we continue on down the road, hunting for other Jesus-themed coffees and snacks. My teaches me how to play with my sensorium, to turn up and down my sense of smell, my sense of fullness and hunger, even, when a passer-by bumps into me, the collision algorithms that govern how close to me others can get to me before bouncing off.