#saeyi.

@neosaeyi during phase one of the power outage, in a vr pocket somewhere 

gun is an old soul. at least, in the way that he believes in writing things down with pen and paper, old wooden furniture passed down tens of generations with a story hidden in the scuffed varnish, and face-to-face interaction. it’s hard for his charm to permeate through pixelated text and virtual worlds, after all. and so, he doesn’t indulge in the wonders of tech for personal pleasure, but he appreciates its importance in modern culture, in the way everyone uses it to escape. he appreciates, also, the logistics behind it. creating with it. using it to keep everyone in the palm of his calloused hand. 

this is why he’s at a vr café near absolution the night of the power outage. research for his latest idea towards expansion. an improved, more immersive way for the depraved to view the more... self-indulgent memories he sells in hushed transactions. a way to make it feel like they’re really there, as if it’s their memory to keep. the odyssey has that way about it,  the perfect research subject, the epitome of escapism by living another life. and gun’s in the middle of silently observing other avatars interacting with the environment, the npc’s, when the facade of a fantasy world starts to break down around them. pixels breaking until there’s nothing but black for a split second, then a clearing. a blue sky and sun so bright he, or rather his spitting image of an avatar form, squints at the sudden emergence.