By Tamara Narayan
In 2004, virtual reality started to gain a foothold in the business—
The screen went blank. “What the—” No amount of jiggling the mouse or hitting the keys would bring it back.
“Thalia!”
“Sorry,” my younger sister called from the den.
Jumping off my bed, I stormed out to find her cowering by the modem. “What did you do? I just lost my report!”
Thalia peered up through her bangs. “It was lagging...”
“Jesus Krispies! How many times do I have to tell you that turning off the internet doesn’t fix lag!”
“Yes, it does!”
“Now I have to start over, creep!”
Thalia’s face turned red. “Then maybe you shouldn’t type it up in Scree-mail, loser.”
The sound of heels clicking along the kitchen tile made us both shut up. We locked eyes, our anger forgotten in a shared moment of
