When the day of our meeting finally came, I was too excited for words. The feeling started in the depths of my stomach, and spread outward until it reached the tips of my fingers. As it spread, it left behind an uncontrollable jittering. It left me noticeably nervous. As I left, I had to fend off my mother’s questioning.
I rode a cab to the mall. The coffee shop, our meeting place, stood in front of me. I opened the door, and stepped inside.
A quick glance of the coffee shop led me to believe she isn’t here. A closer inspection revealed a young girl sitting at a table facing the window. I knew it was her. I don’t know how I knew, but I have a gut feeling. I walked over and sat down across from her, with a smile on my face.
She is very beautiful. Not in the same way as she had been in virtual reality. She has blonde hair and a face which couldn’t have compared to her virtual one, but there is a beauty in her imperfections.
“You can’t be serious, why didn’t you tell didn’t you tell me you were just another fatass?” She said, from only one glance. She stood up and left. She didn’t want to deal with the look of hurt which had quickly spread over my face. After she left, I broke down in tears.
It didn’t matter to me what everyone else must have thought. Eventually, I got up and left.
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Disconnected
Science FictionEveryone now has a chance to leave their bodies, and visit a virtually constructed world. All forms of entertainment are now starting to transfer over into this new medium, and the fun is just beginning. The world has become so connected, and yet on...
