Setting the suitcase down I opened it up and looked inside.Setting the suitcase down I opened it up and looked inside. There were two cellular nodes, one for each headband, and the standard Brace six-channel oscilloscope monitor. I turned it on, and the familiar whine brought back massive waves of nostalgia. I remember when all biocybe whined like this, at least at the terminal. She set down two drinks, an iced Mate' for me and an iced tea for her. "Ready?" she asked. I held out a headband for her and watched as she put it on. It settled down around her temples easily, settling down on her ears. "How's it feel?" "It feels like a headband. What else should it feel like?" "Just wondering," I replied. I eyed my headband warily, like a stinging insect. I put it on my head quickly and glanced over at her. The sillyscope registered positive feed. "Ready?" I asked. She nodded. I reached into the suitcase and hit the 'go' switch. There was a familiar microsecond of nausea, and then I looked up. I was sitting on the couch, and I wasn't me. I'm used to not being me- it's how I feel whenever I use powered armor, or interact in certain cyberspace applications. But this was a weird kind of not being me. For one thing, now that I had a word for it, I knew that during interactives usually my ISP wasn't interfaced. Here, not only was the biocybe interacting with my ISP, it was feeding me an alien one. |