Exposure, 6 2/2: Plans meet Reality
09 Nov 2023Meowers
People just friggin' love planning, imagining things, drawing those fancy mental pictures of everything going exactly as they want it to go. They connect those dots, they enjoy the view, they get absolutely sure, damn certain that nothing could go wrong. And then, there's reality. And what does reality do, oftenly? Precisely. Reality, even if it's 'virtual reality' in our case, has a wicked sense of humour in wrecking our plans in the most unexpected way, and it just loves to wreck our plans.
Like I wrecked the chair by dropping myself onto it. My 'virtual avatar' version of myself. That is 2.5 metres tall and I've no damn idea how heavy. But, yeah, the core of the problem is that its actions are dictated by the same amount of not quite normally functioning brain cells.
The entire 'close your eyes' thing was my little plan that I thought about several times... Quietly enjoying the process, the imagination. Appearing in style. At least some style. As close as I can get to that word, 'style'. And, you know, that nice funny contrast. Lighthearted vanilla perfume on... Me. Phah. Always liked it.
Not the godsdamned broken chair! And that stupid screen with no less stupid ads.
"Heck," I shrugged, slowly moved to the bed and sat on it carefully with one leg tucked under.
"Maybe we weren't supposed to. Honestly... I can't remember exactly now. And, anyway, why shouldn't we get the most of it... Stop. Oh. Stop. Waaaait a minute. Oh. Wow."
Like, firstly, I immediately went fully 'saving the face' mode with that damned chair and damned screen, replying automatically while searching for a remote to turn the bloody thing off and get away with the whole situation. Maybe to pretend that it was planned. A little. Imagine a cat falling off a couch and then lazily stretching on the floor, as if the fall was part of a grand cattish design. Same here. Imagine me relaxedly sitting on the bed and looking at the person in front of me, eyebrow raised in a positive kind of surprise, even smiling a little, pretending that both the chair and the screen with the ads simply didn't exist at all. Like they were a part of the show. Not even the minor inconvenience. Not to mention 'not a total unexpected blasted mess', the true version of it.
But then. Kasumi did look different. While I was, like, an upscaled and a little rejuvenated version of my 'real' self, she... I saw her body looking differently. Maybe slowly realising what she meant back then when we discussed the idea in general. So. Ah, I'm going to totally hate myself for that, phah. Maybe. Perhaps. So, the more I tried to look at her face, the more my eyes darted lower to look at those new... Features.
And I just couldn't help but smile widely and raise my hand to point a finger at her.
"Weeeee! That's... Awesome!"
Ah, dammit. Where's that limit in 'push the silliness to the limit'? I've no idea.
It seems like I'm about to find out soon.