“It’s ready. Transferring now,” says the VR technician.
“Thanks,” I say, studying the new data floating in my vision.
I equip a well-worn headset.
Ripples of code give way to a silent darkness, only a lone light shines from behind onto icy ground. I’m pulled along by a gradual acceleration, subtle but present.
A chunk of ice breaks and passes by amongst shimmering dust.
I watch it disappear.
Behind, I see the ship, my body somewhere inside, on the bridge, watching this drone study this icy world.
“Now we can walk on comets,” I say, taking a step.
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