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Virtual Wrongs
Virtual Wrongs
Virtual Wrongs
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Virtual Wrongs

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Episode 7 of the 1kYears series takes place in the resort. We meet the ghosts of Tabitha Tiryaki and Mickey Monrogue introduced in Episode "Weight Matters", and Big Boss Boris, the last of the founders to take the stage, as befits a recluse. There's some action, science fiction going detective story, but crimes in VR err on the soft side. Not much hard suspense to be hand, in a place where wounds heal fast and even a murder won't permanently kill the victim.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherTroim Kryzl
Release dateJan 9, 2019
ISBN9780463491768
Virtual Wrongs
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Troim Kryzl

Not providing a photograph and writing under a pen name for professional reasons. Please refer to my website and LinkedIn profile for as many details as can be made available under my current career circumstances.Mastodon: @troim@cybre.space

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    Virtual Wrongs - Troim Kryzl

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    You look tired, eBitha dear. How come? Aren’t you aware we’re supposed to live in paradise? Anything bothering you? Anyone I should beat up, to bring back your smile?

    Vick ducks behind his fists and dances around, boxer style, striking out at the imagined foe. His scarred black face would fit the mean ghost image, but not his flowery shirt and blue shorts. Vick is the alter ego of a pot-bellied craftsman knowingly making a fool of himself.

    The pretty lady at his side does him the favor to laugh, shaking her head. eBitha won’t admit she’s indeed tired, never mind why. Some of her circumstances are nobody else’s business. Not even her best virtual friend is allowed that close. Too dangerous, for her originator and her next of kin back up in the real world. eBitha needs to act responsibly, at all times.

    This is her break. She has been working since two o’clock in the morning, and will soon be at it again, until eleven. eBitha is on Kartaja time, to make sure no one expects her to attend any meetings in person. Without a real world body, she can’t.

    Vick and eBitha have met at the boardwalk cafe, for an early cup of coffee. Their way to start the day, ever since they were released into the 1kYears resort.

    Vick won’t go without a proper breakfast for long. Fast forward half an hour, he will reconsider dieting and get himself a full meal at his favorite diner.

    An old tradition of his, brought over from real life. His originator Mickey Monrogue only ever loses a perpetual battle with his appetite, never any of his excess weight. No problem for the ghost, he will stay exactly as solidly built as he was on the day of his download. Vick sticks to the traditional schedule anyway, to remind himself of what he isn’t missing. Such joy, to go for second helpings without fear of boosting his BMI.

    Out of breath, Vick gives up his shadow boxing and asks the barbot for a glass of orange juice. Well chilled, but no ice cubes. He’s served promptly, as usual.

    Taking the first sip activates his techie brain. Vick once again marvels at the perfection of his virtual experience. Tastes exactly like he remembers well chilled orange juice. He even feels a hint of a discomfort, where his originator has a sensitive tooth. Amazing. 1kYears really puts in the extra watt, to ensure a pleasant food and drinks experience.

    Recalling a conversation his originator had with one of the founders of the company, when he was on the 1kYears cruise to get himself downloaded, Vick feels his head heat up in shame.

    Savory food and drinks are not alone in being vital for a ghost’s well-being. There’s something else that is supposed to be similarly well engineered. Not a thought a decent man should be having in the presence of a young lady. Any onlooker will despise Vick for it.

    Vick’s originator has been into 3D printing for too long, no one will succeed in convincing him of ghost privacy. If it’s digital, it can be hacked. It might be hard to break in, it might take long to overcome whatever encryption, but it’s possible. Someone might be reading Vick now, and will consider him a bad boy, for thinking sex in eBitha’s presence. Shame.

    Vick is perfectly well aware such a beautiful young thing is out of reach. Surprised eBitha doesn’t mind to be seen with uncle Vick, as she calls him. She looks very much like her originator Tabitha Tiryaki, minus the wheelchair the virtual alter ego is so proud not to need.

    Such a pretty ghost should be beaming with perpetual happiness. eBitha looks tired instead. And will soon come up with one more excuse to rush back to her flat. Whatever she’s doing there must be both important and tiresome. But she won’t tell stupid old Vick about it:

    All fine, uncle Vick. And thanks for making me laugh, you’re the best. Need to run now, lots of stuff to do at home, busy day ahead. See you tomorrow!

    One more big smile, and off she runs. Vick smiled back, pretending to ignore the inconsistency. There’s perfectly no housekeeping to perform, in any type of resort accomodation. That’s one of the advantages, of virtual facilities. No dirt. If you spill drinks or food, you will have to wipe up the mess, or call in a servicebot, and that’s about it, for housekeeping. Whatever stuff eBitha is so busy performing day-in, day-out, it’s something else. She knows he knows, and is grateful for him not to ask. Which get’s him the smile. Good deal.

    Time for a big plate of Katogo stew. Appreciating he no longer needs to go easy on matoke bananas, Vick heads off towards the diner with a spring in his heavy step. eBitha might be too young and slim to understand, but for him this is paradise.

    Toddling along the boardwalk, Vick notices the surfers further up the beach. Quite a crowd out there today, at least half a dozen. But only two worth watching.

    The short whitey with the very fair hair, of course. He’s at it every morning, when the surf is at its highest. A fanatic practitioner. Rumored to be flaming mad enough to die every odd day, because he insists on tackling waves that are beyond his surfing skills.

    Most resort residents tut-tut such

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