He grabbed the railing and forced himself forward, through the stiff breeze coming out of New Jersey, and looked straight down the side of the building he’d had ‘created’ to house his penthouse in the sky. His inner-ear reeled as he looked to the lights of the traffic ninety floors down. It didn’t matter to him, physiologically, that he couldn’t actually ‘fall’ from the balcony; that everything he saw was computer generated. His mind, and thus his body, were completely fooled, completely immersed. He lifted his head and marvelled at the beauty of the skyline, the lights in the darkness melding into an indistinct glimmer the further south he focused. There was no differentiating buildings at this time of night that far away; they all worked together to put on the absorbing light show before him. He closed his eyes, pushed back from the railing, and tilted his head skyward, letting the breeze and the occasional drop of night rain, just beginning to fall, wash away the uneasiness.
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