A bleak prophecy for the younger generation!
Our ‘real lives’ may be no more than computer constructs. No more authentic than science fiction, more fantasy than reality!
I must be drunk. I can see her silhouette glowing in the air bubbles rising from the bottom of my glass of Belgian beer. I went to prison for her, kidnapped a prostitute for her and even lent her my own ‘body.’ In return, all she’s given me is a memory chip, ironically called ‘love.’
A young man sits in a bar, drinking, chatting and flirting. Except that the bar exists only in virtual reality. This is a story of love and separation that will leave you smiling, even as it opens a hole in your heart for the cold wind to blow through.