More VR story:
“Done,” the boy murmured, his eyes still fixed on the screen. “Put on your eyes, man, and go.”
Thomas flipped over the goggles in his hand and saw that there was indeed a picture on the inside. Doodlehopper hid a smirk by sipping from her mug. Thomas chuckled at himself, then slid on the goggles. He twiddled his fingers, and….
He stood in the battered, dingy pilot’s mess on the I.S.S. space carrier Tiger’s Fang. It was a large grey chamber, evenly punctuated with metal tables and benches, and occupied by about twenty young,
One whole wall was taken up by a vidscreen, on which was a list of about fifty names, with statistics for each. As he glanced, one name blinked out from a dirty green to a dim grey; a pilot had just died. He was the only one who’d noticed.
A couple of people turned when he arrived, and one attractive young woman surrounded by other pilots lifted an arm and yelled to him, “Oy, Deathie! C’mon over here! Haven’t seen you in awhile.”