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I SHOOK LIKE a shitting dog. The jack-in room was sterile and white, like the morgue they took dad to. I forced myself to breathe. This technically wasn’t going into the Holos, it was digital confinement, carefully controlled. I’d be in an unsynced avatar that wasn’t hooked into my body rhythms and brain waves. Safer. Harm free. Not quite as real.
And yet, she’d be there: Jazlin Switch, the only person to ever truly kill people in virtual. Someone who somehow convinced her last three interviewers to suicide in the months after they spoke with her. We’d since left her in her electronic cage to rot.
Switch was jacked in somewhere at a secret location, stuck in her mind, kept alive by nutrients the most committed virtual-worlders stockpiled to last entire lifetimes. She was beyond commit
