The Virtual Life Of Fizzy Oceans (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
It’s not that I prefer women to men, but the way the full skirt of her dress moves with her body as she walks, and the way her long brown hair bobs and sways with each and every movement she makes, or the expressions on her face as she turns to listen to something I say somehow makes me understand what real beauty is all about. Of course I am looking at a digital creation, an arrangement of pixels projected on my monitor: I know that. So where does that sort of beauty actually originate? Certainly, it must come from inside the person the emulation represents. What else could it be? Most of the time Crystal and I meet at our shop in Lit-A-Rama. After all, the shop is the VL symbol of our mutual interest: timeless literature. Sometimes, though, when we’re both feeling social, or when there’s a band playing on the patio at Dirty Nellie’s, we meet for a drink at our favorite pub. We also sometimes chill out at Writer’s Pen Café with a virtual latté or a cappuccino.
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