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It really wasn’t a question of fitting in.
I had the right faceplate, the right body type and the right clothes. I was tall and lean and very attractive. The whole reason I came to this type of party at all was the joy and clean energy that 298N-HOW-CH3n had to offer at his place. It was magical. He had a whole different Consensus going at his place.
The utilitarian public Consensus was just that; utilitarian. No magic to it. It was just shapes and colours in easy to find configurations. There was some flair but really it was the bare bones needed to represent the massive flow of information.
In a small consensus like CH3n’s and with the amount of wealth he had to throw around, his house Consensus had details that artists in previous generations could only dream of.
I hadn’t been invited this year but CH3n and I were close. Or at least we used to be. I knew I’d have no trouble getting in. Or at least I hoped there would be no trouble. I’d blown the last of my royalties on this body. I hadn’t starred in anything in months.
I’d really hit the big time there for a couple of weeks in the datastream. I thought it was a beginning. Funny how I’d seen so many stars become passing fads and wasn’t aware of it happening to me when the calls stopped coming. This is the night.
I’m standing in front the white circle of the gates to his palace portal. I clutch my hands together and walk forward through the gate.
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I had the right faceplate, the right body type and the right clothes. I was tall and lean and very attractive. The whole reason I came to this type of party at all was the joy and clean energy that 298N-HOW-CH3n had to offer at his place. It was magical. He had a whole different Consensus going at his place.
The utilitarian public Consensus was just that; utilitarian. No magic to it. It was just shapes and colours in easy to find configurations. There was some flair but really it was the bare bones needed to represent the massive flow of information.
In a small consensus like CH3n’s and with the amount of wealth he had to throw around, his house Consensus had details that artists in previous generations could only dream of.
I hadn’t been invited this year but CH3n and I were close. Or at least we used to be. I knew I’d have no trouble getting in. Or at least I hoped there would be no trouble. I’d blown the last of my royalties on this body. I hadn’t starred in anything in months.
I’d really hit the big time there for a couple of weeks in the datastream. I thought it was a beginning. Funny how I’d seen so many stars become passing fads and wasn’t aware of it happening to me when the calls stopped coming. This is the night.
I’m standing in front the white circle of the gates to his palace portal. I clutch my hands together and walk forward through the gate.
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