He said they used them primarily for telephony and controlled the other functions by touch. I remember flipping through an old album and seeing my dad holding an old timey slab up to his face. All their money goes into upgrading their slab. Some people don’t need anything more to be happy than an interface, a residorm and VR gaming. Most of the people who live in these things just use them as a stepping stone to a real apartment after living on the streets.

Same manufacturer, slightly different market. They’re just one step up from a capsule hotel. Residorms aren’t meant for whole families. And I am confronted every day with relentless reminders that we are beggars. Sure enough they reserve the right to keep me under for up to twenty unpaid minutes if necessary to complete a set of frames. As soon as REM sleep begins, my brain is networked with the other employees’ in a distributed computing setup and the next set of frames begins rendering, timed according to our averaged sleep cycles. But as I read it all the way through it turned out all I’d have to do is sleep. They also did most of the past decade’s films starring deceased, licensed historical celebrities until backlash on big name VR lobbies convinced them to go in a different direction. The same one that did that popular recent kid’s film about the three toed sloth who steals a military exoskeleton. The hidden cost of this gift became apparent when dad started forwarding me job applications for a render farm. I’m not superficial but I am conscious of appearances, and there’s no shortage of businesses that turn you away if you’ve got anything sticking out of your head. Just to look at me you wouldn’t know I’d had any work done, since the interface talks to the slab wirelessly. The silver lining is that this method saves me fedcoin by avoiding the need for surgery when I want to upgrade. I have to carry my slab around or I get no benefit from it. It isn’t a “real” neuroprosthetic, the serious hardware’s on the outside. Even then I knew it was a spendy gift and wondered how dad managed it, but didn’t want to sour the occasion so I simply laughed and said I loved it. A little later than most, but my family is poor. The catch is I can’t tell anybody what they’re about.

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