Noah pursed his lips. He had to admit, the technical specs of the game sounded just as complicated as any shooter or strategy war game. Thinking back to how many times he’d seen ally AI run straight into enemy fire, though, Noah hoped the actual personality simulators were robust enough to be interesting and challenging. Dating an obvious bot would hardly be satisfying. What the f**k was he even talking about? He was here to break the game, not enjoy himself. Shaking his head, Noah aimed for a group of dancing men.
First thing was always to try and use the tools at hand as they weren’t intended. Tapping one of the men at random, Noah watched him shift and smile, face perspiring and smile radiant, the picture of fierce joy in the freedom of body and music. Noah splashed his drink in the ma
