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Post by xavirne on Oct 16, 2012 9:35:53 GMT -8
The sensation was there but only if he wanted it to be. It was a game after all, if he didn't want to smell anything, he didn't have to. That whole "mind over matter" principle really seemed to apply in this virtual world. Oh so many people were swept into the stream and often they would drown in the emotions that overwhelmed their senses. It was just a game. Wasn't it? Samuel Quinn, a man who was able to cut through all this clutter of aesthetics and grandeur, found this world to be nothing too special. To truly be mind blowing this world would need to be more technical, laced with intricate designs and florescent lights. Something less natural. Something more… sci-fi. His partner, a bird of sorts, was following along behind him. They were a rather silent pair, neither one uttering more than a single word. Expressions, opinions, feelings, there were all trivial. To share such information with a random piece of data seemed mad, or at least daft. How could data, even if it was an AI, truly bring meaning into his life. Sam had grown up in a world that revolved around technology and computers, which made it hard for him to grasp the raw reality of it all -- assuming that such a world could be defined as a "reality." "Ummm," the bird Digimon murmured. Winged claw gripping the male's jacket, he thwarted his partner's movement, a movement that would have had him collide with another human. "Phew," it said with a sigh as it swept the sweat from its brows, "that was close."So perhaps these bits of data weren't so useless after all. Still, it would take a lot more than an accident avoidance to change Sam's attitudes on this program and world. Nodding his head, the raven forced a single syllable from his lips to the male that stood before him. "Sorry." It was a rather handsome voice that came from such a pitiful looking man. He hardly looked like he belong in such a world, a world that was said to be filled with danger and adventure. And yet, there he was just strolling around the streets without a care. Hand reaching up to ruffle the mess of black hair, Sam gave the Digimon a nod too, thanking him as well. "You're welcome, sir." Peaking his beak around from behind Sam's leg, the Digimon looked up at Jager. The guy didn't seem that bad. Although, to be honest, the Digimon was more worried about Jager's partner, where it was. "Perhaps you can ask him for directions," Falcomon suggested. Hands in his pockets, the raven just blinked at the bird-like monster before turning his head to face Jager. Silence continued to consume him. Sam was going to be in over his head. Sooner or later, he would have to break from his cage and let his wings taste the wind. But, until then, the lad would remain quiet, speaking only when absolutely necessary.
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