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dream again I can't shake it I love you you know that

I know

Are you the one?

Maybe.

Are you the one?

Who else could I possibly be?

This is where you wanted to meet?

I like it here.

The men know how to dress well.

Well, shall we?

What's wrong with her?

Too many people.

We can do a lot of things.

Nice.

We have so little time.

So beautiful.

Are you really so beautiful?

Isn't everybody?

Ugh.

This can't be happening.

No!

Escape! It's program!

No!

Hey,

Drew. Hiya, dear.

I thought you quit.

I did.

So I thought this was supposed to be some kind of club.

This is Club VR.

Is that supposed to ring a bell?

I thought everybody knew about this place.

I work at Streetsdale.

I don't get to this side of town very often.

What goes on here?

You know where virtual reality is?

Something about computers.

Something. Look, I work the streets. I get a computer that can do that. I'll

learn about them, all right?

Well, while you're learning, I'll teach you.

Virtual reality is a computer simulation. It's so real, you think

only you're not.

You think you're where?

Where you want to be.

Home in bed.

So, what goes on here? People play war games?

Mostly they have sex.

What? It's not real.

It's a computer.

Hooked to your head.

You think it's sex. It tastes like sex. It feels like sex.

So this is a computerized cat house?

It's legal. Fun for the very rich.

Yeah, except when somebody gets killed.

Then we get to come.

You know, how come you know so much about this, Sam?

Because I'm a fun coroner. Yeah, you are, aren't you?

What about zoning?

Well, rich folks don't play by those rules.

Where is everyone? Why isn't this place ripped off?

Have someone put up a police barrier.

I don't think we need anything now. Get someone to rope us up.

All right, all right.

I'm sorry, the club is closed.

I'm a cop.

You are?

I can vouch for her.

Detective Drew Malachi, she was a Karen, owner of the club. Forgive me,

detective. We're all a little shook up. That's all right.

Where's the deceased?

Come with me.

It's a very, very select clientele we have here. We work very hard to preserve

their anonymity, and I trust you will too.

Is it true they come here for sex?

Not sex.

Quantum leap in sensual experience.

It's ecstasy beyond what our clumsy bodies can produce.

And it is sex without guilt, without infidelity, without the threat of

or pregnancy.

How much does one of these sessions cost?

We charge $2 ,500 for the first half hour.

I think I'll stick with the guilt. It's cheaper.

If you have to ask how much, Club VR is not for you.

His name is Ken Ramsey.

He's one of our regular clients.

What does he have on?

That's the full sensory array required to experience VR.

Why does it have to look like that?

Many of our customers find the design stimulating.

The rest of them learn to love it.

Was anyone with him when he died?

Not physically, no.

What other way?

He was having a session with another client.

I don't know which one. We don't keep records.

I was in my office and my assistant was monitoring him from another room.

He died recently.

Not a mark on him, no signs of a struggle.

I'll know more after we do an autopsy, but I'd say he had heart failure.

Heart failure?

Would you excuse us a moment?

Yes, I'll be in my office.

What am I doing here?

You come from a rich family.

The family is on an investigation.

I don't see what about this looks like murder.

Well, I'll know more after I do an autopsy.

Whoa. Whatever happened to, hi, honey, I'm home? Don't sneak up on me like

Why are the lights out?

Slow.

The cake would look better.

Oh.

Happy anniversary.

We've been going together one year.

One... Crazy mixed -up hell of a year that I wouldn't trade one minute of for

all the cashews in Peoria. Oh, you don't even like cashews.

Anyway, I'm supposed to remember stuff like that.

I know.

I'm taking up the slack.

You want to see what else I have for you on our anniversary?

I love you.

I know.

I love you, too.

Okay, I'm proceeding.

Where would a Tam Ramsey die of latex poisoning?

Whatever happened to... Hi, Dale.

How are you, Dale?

Hi, Dale. How are you, Dale? How did he die, Dale?

Heart failure, all right.

But there was nothing wrong with his ticker.

Just stopped?

Mm -hmm. No sign of sclerosis, heart disease, thrombosis, anything.

He just up and checked out?

Hey, it happened.

Poison? Nothing I can detect. And there's no marks except for the

Electrodes? Yeah, the suit was wired to his brain and central nervous system.

Impound the pit.

They'll raise hell. Let them. That's patented technology.

Impound it. All right. Oh, there is one thing.

Yeah? There was a lot of adrenaline in his bloodstream. I mean, a lot.

Now, it could be... Yeah?

It could be he died of fright.

Bye, Drew.

Nice talking to you.

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. James, but the club is still closed.

It shouldn't be too much longer and we'll be back in business as usual.

You might want to take it up with the authorities. They're the ones

Somebody dropped dead in Dreamland. I think you'd want that cleared up before

you went back in.

Miss Malachi.

Detective Malachi.

This little shutdown is costing us close to $100 ,000 a day.

That much? Yes, that much.

Do you think we could settle this thing as soon as possible? Love to.

I have to ask you a few questions.

All right. First, I'm going to have to ask that you return the VR suit. It

contains proprietary technology.

In time.

After you start cooperating.

I don't understand you.

I have been cooperating. Then tell me virtual reality could kill.

Ethan, please come here.

It absolutely cannot.

VR is a computer simulation. It's completely harmless.

It can make you feel pleasure.

Yeah. So why not pain?

Pain can kill.

The VR club is based on breakthrough technology designed by my late husband.

And outside of the one he built for the Pentagon, there's nothing else like it

in the world.

It's been tested and retested for safety.

Our clients are constantly monitored.

This is Ethan James.

He's our chief technician, master of ceremonies.

Ethan can VR kill.

Ethan programs and runs all of our VR sessions here. He monitors all aspects

the experience, including the life signs of all of our clients.

At the first indication of trouble, he would jack them out and send for help.

Isn't that right, Ethan?

Why does this man not fill me with confidence?

Um, Ethan, could you tell Detective Malachi what you observed on Tam Ramsey

the time of his death?

Well, uh, he was fine.

And, uh, then he was dead.

If he was suffering at all, under any pain or duress, you would have detected

it, right?

There you are.

Look, all I know is a healthy man puts on a rubber suit.

Half an hour later, the suit's more alive than he is.

Yes, it's regrettable.

So what are you monitoring?

Heartbeat, respiration?

Basal metabolism, blood pressure, skin temperature.

What about sudden shock?

Well, obviously research hasn't been done.

I'm just asking, is it possible?

No. Yes.

Well, possible, yeah.

I want a transcript of all of Tam's sessions yesterday beginning with his

I'm afraid there's no records of the sessions.

Privacy is what we offer here.

Freedom and privacy.

There's no records of the sessions.

Everything is entirely confidential.

Fine. Then we'll just have to keep the place shut down, you know. Go over it

with a fine -tooth comb. Call in every client. Wait a minute. You can't do

Watch me.

Well, there is one way.

The sessions are recorded to disc for playback by the client.

We have Tam's disc. We could play them for you.

What do you mean?

You'll have to enter VR.

Well, it ties into every major nerve cluster, a lot of the minor ones.

There's almost solid electrodes around the hand, the spine, and the

erogenous zones.

Oh, good.

Is it safe?

Well, we got a dead guy here.

But quite frankly, I don't know how this thing did it.

It's running on microvoltage.

I mean, it's not going to microwave your brain or anything.

Yeah, I guess it's safe.

Sam had four sessions yesterday.

The playbacks aren't timestamped, but this is the one we found in the

so it was probably his last.

The VR sessions are composed by the clients beforehand and programmed by me.

Players can go solo, but... Call the...

when they're in session.

They can enter VR alone, but they generally prefer to interact with

player for the element of surprise.

Like the difference between masturbation and sex?

During a session, players can alter the program with voice commands or even just

focused thoughts.

Experienced players can manipulate the console while they're under and even

reprogram the entire scenario.

What happens if two players want two different things to happen? One player's

program takes precedence. Which one?

Oh, the one with the strongest will.

Of course, this session is already programmed. You'll be inserted into a

scenario. You won't have to interact with that.

Right.

This should fit. Just the helmet.

But you won't get the full effect. Just the helmet.

There's no way I'm getting into that thing.

Whatever you say.

You'll have to lie down.

I can't breathe. You'll be fine once we start the program. Just lie down.

I don't want to lie down. You have to lie down or sit down or you'll fall

Look, this would be the only way to watch a session. You either want to do

you don't.

Sit. I'll sit.

I'm leaving now, but I'll be right next door monitoring.

That's comforting, I guess.

Do it.

The better for both of you.

Put him out of his misery.

Yes.

You're setting each other free.

Yes.

You're free now.

To be with you.

Mm. Mm.

Mm.

I can't see.

That's the end of the session.

Tilt your head forward.

Here, drink this.

Electrolyte.

Where am I?

Back in the VR room. You never left.

Easy. It's like it's the first time you come back.

It seems so... so real.

More than real.

I was... Well,

you weren't wearing the full suit.

You didn't feel anything, did you?

Touch. He.

It's cold.

There's a wind in your face.

Oh.

But I thought... I heard...

Did you see it?

No.

I just monitored the readout.

Yours were within parameters.

You mean I was... excited.

Welcome to VR.

It was the weirdest thing.

I felt like... It felt like I was really there.

Sounds like fun.

But it's sick. I mean, can you imagine spending thousands of dollars to let

machine feel you up?

Well, if that's the only way you can get it.

Oh, these guys aren't rich, Roger.

I can get it any way they want.

Well, then, maybe they just don't know how to enjoy themselves.

Unlike us.

What's that?

Two tickets to Cancun.

I want to take you away from all this.

Rise. I know you got the vacation time.

My calendar's kind of blank, so... I can't.

It'll be good for you.

For us.

Help you forget.

I'll never forget.

You lost so much. True. Because of me, because I hesitated.

The important thing is I haven't lost you.

Come away with me.

I'm on a case.

Pass the buck.

I'm in, Rog.

I'm in till it's over.

And if I'm through, don't leave this case.

Listen, I gotta go.

I have to meet Allison Park.

True.

Is there another reason?

Is there something special about this case?

Yeah.

It's murder.

Please detect this.

Let him see.

What can I do for you? I'm investigating the death of Tam Ramsey.

I'm sorry, I don't recognize the name.

The man you killed your husband for in virtual reality.

By the way, how is your husband?

He's fine.

I haven't touched him.

They told me those sessions were private.

Yeah, well, murder changes things.

Murder? Did you kill him? I told you I haven't touched him.

No, Tam Ramsey.

No, but I would have if I could.

A man almost ruined my marriage.

He made it so easy, so real.

It's hard being married to an invalid.

A man who can't love you.

I thought Club VR would help us be together, but he was

too ill.

So I went along.

And I met this man, Tam.

He never told me his name.

He made love to me like no one ever has.

Like no one ever could, not in the real world.

I wanted to be free, to love him.

He told me I could be. He...

He made me practice time after time.

Until last night, upstairs,

I picked up a pillow.

And I almost... The

man is a monster. I'm glad he's dead.

We think.

Yours was the last session he held before he died.

I have to consider you a suspect in his murder.

You won't tell my husband.

Not now.

Was it that good?

Better than anything you can imagine.

How'd your workout go?

Haven't you held us up enough?

I don't think so.

You don't even know if he was murdered. You're wasting our time and our

resources, and you're violating the privacy of our clients.

You know, I just go all to pieces when I think about your clients being

inconvenienced by this murder.

All right.

Why don't you ask Tam what happened?

Excuse me?

Each of our clients creates a personality profile disc.

so the other clients can view it and decide if they want to have sessions

together.

Like a dating service?

I suppose.

Anyway, I've already spoken with Ethan. He's prepared a basic program that

combines Tam's profile with all of his recorded sessions. It is Tam, as well as

we can manage.

So why don't you ask him yourself?

Oh, I don't know.

Come on, Detective.

He's not going to bite you.

Unless you want him to.

This program is fully interactive.

Tam will... Tam will act with complete independence based

on his profile.

Just the helmet. You have to wear the suit or he won't be able to see you.

You'll have to, but take off your clothes.

Here? Now?

You know, if anyone finds

out about this, I am going to hire a very twisted man with bad teeth

to bite your ass.

Why do you work for Shula anyway?

She leaves me alone.

That's all you want?

To be left alone with your computers?

I don't know.

It's kind of tricky.

Be the electrodes.

Yeah, you have to be. You have to make contact.

I can help you.

Every time you want out, just say, end program.

Got it?

Be careful.

And remember, end program.

Here it goes.

How do you do?

I'm... This is ridiculous. You're not even alive.

I beg your pardon?

You're a computer simulation.

A personality profile.

Nobody's perfect.

I feel alive.

Memories, thoughts...

I'm Detective Drew Malachi. I'm investigating your death.

Really?

Well, this must be a novel experience for both of us.

Do you remember anything?

About my death?

No. I'm sorry.

The evil that men do lives after them.

The good is often interred with their bones.

With who?

I'm sorry. It's a black.

There have been so many.

Did anyone hate you?

Many.

Most of them also love me.

It's the price of being a god.

A god?

I fulfill people's dreams.

I give people dreams they never dared to have, never had the vision to conceive.

What else can you ask of a god?

Yeah, well, anyone can be a god here.

Ah, but it takes will and vision.

And most people are sadly lacking in both.

They don't even know how to give themselves pleasure.

How to make the nearest touch give pleasure.

Stop it.

How to set a mood.

Appropriate for death, don't you think?

Look, let's just get back to... When their wills are so very weak.

For instance, if I wanted to do...

This.

Would you be able to resist me?

Stop it.

Or this.

Let me go.

Or this.

Some people do learn to control the externals.

The VR suit, as you know, is wired directly into the brain.

It's capable of giving pure sensation, devoid of any form whatsoever.

That is, if you know how.

Pure pleasure.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Am I not a god?

End program.

If he wasn't already dead, I'd kill him myself.

The rest must be...

Oof.

I didn't mean to. You shouldn't be here right now.

Well, I can go.

No, it's all right.

Did you hear me come in?

Yeah.

How?

Well, after a while, you developed the ability to be in both places.

Where did you go?

Do you want to run another playback?

Yeah. You know, you're doing these pretty fast. We usually insist on a week

between sessions for beginners.

Why? Well, there's a danger of overload.

Well, I'm not doing sessions. I'm tracking a killer.

Whatever you want to call it.

Very good.

You want your reward?

Yes.

Close your eyes.

Who else?

This is a replay. You shouldn't be able to do that.

Ah, but I told you.

I am a god.

Besides, it's something you wanted, isn't it?

To see me again?

No.

Then why did you leave your boyfriend's bed in the middle of the night to come

back here?

How did you know that?

Because I know your thoughts.

I know your desires.

He doesn't do it for you anymore, does he?

Leave him out of it.

And there's someone else, or something else, that drives you.

What is it?

Kill.

Someone you killed.

Someone you didn't kill.

Why do you do it?

What?

Brian, to people's lives.

Alison Parks almost killed her husband.

Almost?

Pity. I thought I had her.

It's the ultimate challenge, isn't it?

I can manipulate this reality.

I can change people here.

But to change the behavior out there in the so -called real world.

Besides, you and I both know this world feels so much more real.

I'm trying to solve your murder. Don't you care about that?

I live.

I breathe.

And as long as you stay here, I shall continue to do so.

End program.

No.

Not now.

There's so much more for us to explore.

The ghosts.

I don't want you.

I said, end program.

He talked to me.

That's... That's impossible.

Unless... What?

Unless you... You wanted him to.

Where'd you go?

I was looking.

Roger.

Not now, sweetie.

Is it the VR thing?

Karen Cameron?

Yes? Hi.

I'm Detective Drew Malachi.

Homicide?

I'd like to ask you a few questions about Tam Ramsey.

Your secretary says you like to spend all day here.

When I'm not on my back?

Yes. Why?

Until the VR club reopens, this is all I've got.

I don't understand.

Don't you?

You've tried VR, haven't you?

I can see it.

You've got that hungry look.

It's better than reality, isn't it?

Stronger.

Pure.

Magical.

Real life starts to look like pretty boring stuff, doesn't it?

The touch of a lover is like you can barely feel him compared to what you

in VR.

Let's just get back to Tam.

I didn't kill him.

I needed him too much.

I have to go.

Could you tell me, do you know who might have killed him?

Kill a god?

How many more sessions?

Two

Her name is Kimberly Torres.

That's all we do.

You're out there.

Child's play.

Karen Cameron's become a nymphomaniac.

I thought she might.

Who killed you, Tan?

I don't know and I don't care.

I think you're lying.

You'll never know.

What are you hiding?

You're starting to bore me.

Wait!

End program.

Can a program end the program?

What?

You know anything about Kimberly Torres?

Kimberly's my friend.

You can see her at her spa.

She swims every day.

She's handicapped.

Stuck in a wheelchair for life.

So Tam... Dances with her.

That's all.

Drew!

Can I talk to you for a second?

Fine. Oh, that's good. Have a seat.

Okay.

Oh, if this bothers you, I'll put it out.

What's up, Dale?

I just wanted you to know about something.

What is it?

I hear you've been spending a lot of time at the VR club.

Still on the job, you know.

You heard about that study they did with the white mite, didn't you?

You mean the one where they like teeth?

That's good, that's good.

No, but in the study, they put electrodes in the brains of white mice

directly stimulate the pleasure centers in their brain.

They made a foot pedal the mice could control to activate the stem.

And they put the pedal in their cage next to a food pedal.

So if they pressed the food pedal, they'd get food.

If they pressed the pleasure pedal, they'd get pleasure.

Is there a point to all this, Dale?

Those mice, they leaned on that pleasure pedal until they died of starvation.

Everyone. They had a VR, Drew.

Hey, Rog.

You, uh, mind if I join you?

So, uh... So how's the soft light?

I'll give it up as soon as you guys start needing one -legged cops again.

They, uh...

It's a pretty interesting case that Drew's got.

Wouldn't you say? Yeah.

Me, I'm always chasing down scuzzballs.

I would love to get my hands on a case like that.

Yeah? Are you kidding me?

This VR thing?

Being able to have sex with anybody you want anytime you choose?

You've got to be having fun for life.

Is this doing a job, client?

Investigating suspects.

Investigate? Yeah.

Why? Yeah, that's what she tells you.

I mean, me, I'd be investigating my ass off.

It's not like that.

It's not what I hear about.

The way I get it.

She's there every chance she gets.

I mean, she must be doing things that...

She's never even thought about doing with you.

Okay, pal.

It's time to shut up.

You're right.

You're right.

I'm not lying.

Just between you and I, I mean, this VR thing, has it made Drew a lot hotter in

the shack?

Such an asshole, Klein.

So tell me.

I ran into Klein.

Ah.

Freaking asshole.

Yeah. Down at the cafe, we had a drink together.

Sounds boring so far.

Well, you said some shit I didn't like.

About?

It was about me, wasn't it?

Me and the VR.

They're all talking about it.

I can hear him. I've got ears.

Hey, Drew.

Get out of the case.

Let Klein have it. The jerk deserves it.

What about what you said about taking risks, Roger?

Hey, but this is different. This is getting weird.

How'd you get hit?

Well, he told me you were getting addicted to the VR and I

wouldn't be enough anymore.

And you... Hit him with a rabbit punch.

I don't know what happened. I used to work on rabbits.

And then he... Threw me through a table.

Roger, that was a smart thing to do. Yeah, I know. What an asshole.

He's always like that.

I want you to drop this case.

You know I can't do that.

I'm worried about you.

I've been checking around about this VR stuff.

It makes people crazy. It's like a drug.

The real world can't compete.

Didn't you just punch Klein for saying that? I don't like what it's doing to

you. It's not doing anything to me, Roger.

It's just a job.

Come on. It's like you're not even here.

Even in bed.

I just can't reach you anymore.

I'm right here, Roger.

Prove it to me.

I... I gotta go.

Where are you going?

Work. Is there someone else?

No.

Oh, welcome back.

Tell me about Kimberly Tora.

She was in a car accident a few years ago.

She's been confined to a wheelchair ever since.

So you dance with her?

It's her dearest wish.

Tell me, what do

you want the most?

I want to solve this case.

If you look tired, I think you need to relax.

Where are we?

My villa in Tuscany.

White wine?

My favorite.

I thought so.

Marvelous. It should be.

It's a vintage long gone.

But the memory is still right up here.

You know, that's why VR is a game best played by the rich

and by poets.

What do you mean?

Well, whose wine would you rather drink?

Wine or Rogers?

I'm sorry.

Spoiling the mood.

Roger's a good man.

He doesn't retreat into fantasy.

Doesn't he?

TV, movies, a little self -pity with his beer.

Poker with the boys, a little dirty magazine now and then.

Can you really say that he doesn't do his best to live in a world of fantasy?

Then we all do.

Ah, yes, my point exactly.

And why not?

Is your world so pleasant to live in?

No.

Or your memories?

Oh.

What are we doing here?

Laying a ghost to rest.

Get me out of here.

No. Watch.

What do you see?

You didn't hesitate.

You were still turning around.

You turned as fast as you could. You couldn't have moved any faster.

I thought I hesitated.

No.

You remembered it wrong.

This is how it happened.

You did the best you could.

I did.

I did the best I could.

Thank you.

Found your killer.

I did?

I'm not so sure.

What are you talking about?

Of course you did.

Richie Artie was Tam's fourth partner or playmate or whatever in that virtual

reality thing.

Mrs. Ramsey's satisfied that he's the one who killed her husband.

How?

It's obvious. He did something to him in VR.

I mean, why else would he come after you?

He heard that you were watching Tam's sessions. He knew you'd get wise to him,

so he decided to take you out.

The case is closed.

Tam's family's happy. Shula Zakarian's happy.

And me?

I'm always happy.

If you say so.

I know that look.

The case is closed.

Stay away from it.

What?

The case is closed.

You can't stop, can you?

You're addicted.

No.

Drew, you know what addiction looks like.

I haven't got the murderer.

It's not about that.

It's about something you find in VR that you can't find in me.

I can't explain it to you.

Is it the damn knee again?

Are you tired of feeling guilty?

No, I'm not feeling guilty anymore.

I did the best I could.

Can you stay with me?

can't live like this, Drew.

You leave now, we're done.

What do you want from me, Roger?

You want the truth, is that it?

Do you? Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

Okay, okay.

There is a man in virtual reality who's dead who I have feelings for.

I've got a murder I can't solve and it's making me crazy.

I don't know what's going on with me, but I have to figure it out, okay?

You're going to do what you're going to do.

Don't worry about it.

It

has

to be yours, Tula.

No one else had the computer smarts to take Tam.

You don't need programming ability if you have a strong will.

None of the other clients were strong enough.

And I don't think Vance Ricciardi was either.

I want to see his last session.

Is that the only reason you want to get back into VR?

Where's Shula?

Now what?

You're going to hold the gun on me while you're in VR?

If you're innocent, you should want to find out who killed Tam.

If you're guilty, this will be your chance to kill me.

Okay.

Let's have Vance with Giardi.

Here goes.

And programs.

Ethan,

the TAM program now.

All right.

Hello.

I don't believe we've met.

What?

It's me, Drew.

Do I know you?

What are you talking about?

Well, I don't think I would forget a woman as lovely as you.

I'm... You're...

A computer simulation.

I am.

Fascinating.

I feel real.

Memories, thoughts.

I'm Detective Jumalakai.

I'm investigating your death.

Really?

Well, this must be a novel experience for both of us.

Not so novel.

Do you remember anything?

About my death.

I was having a wild vision.

A wild session.

Unprogrammed.

Sheila told me there was someone who wanted to meet me.

Sheila? Yeah.

What happened in the session?

Well, I remember making love and... After that, it's a blank.

The evil that men do lives after them. Yeah, yeah. I get the picture.

It's addictive, you know.

What is?

VR.

If this is your first time, I'd advise you to stay out.

Don't get like me.

What about Vance Ricciardi?

He wasn't in his session.

Oh, yes, he was.

He was the stripper.

Woman, you can do that.

Of course you can.

You can be whoever you want to be.

You knew.

Well, I can say it as a certain fight.

He tried to kill me.

He runs a very conservative think tank.

Very family values.

He probably didn't want anyone to find out about his... Transmissive.

Is there anything else I can help you with?

Would you kiss me?

Oh, that.

If you like.

No fireworks.

You want fireworks?

No.

In program.

There was someone else after Allison Park.

A wild session.

How do you know?

Tam told me.

If there was, I don't have a recording of it.

Someone... Someone must have switched the discs.

Who?

Shula.

Somebody's been influencing the TAM program all along.

Making him interact with me during the playback.

This time, when it was just you and me in there.

When Shula was asleep.

He didn't even recognize me.

It could only be Shula. Hey, hey, hey.

I think I found something.

There it

goes.

What's going on, Ethan?

Uh, nothing.

Drew, did she want to... I'll take a... Ready.

So beautiful.

Are you really so beautiful?

Isn't everybody?

No. Hello, Drew.

Hello, Shula.

How's tricks?

Oh, you think you know everything.

I think so.

I didn't know it was possible until I saw Vance do it.

Switch sexes. You should try it.

Gives you a whole new perspective.

It was you all along, wasn't it?

Throwing me off track.

Seducing me.

Oh, and you seduced so well.

The feel of you writhing beneath me.

It's over, Shula.

We'll shut you down for good.

You're going away for a long time.

Are you sure?

Bravo!

You bitch.

You really do learn quickly.

How did you kill Tam, Shula?

The woman in the wild session, that was you, wasn't it?

What did she turn into?

What did Tam see?

His worst nightmares.

Why'd you do it?

Why not?

I do what I want here.

This is my universe.

Tam found out VR was addictive.

He was blackmailing you.

Oh, he tried, the fool.

He thought he could influence me.

He thought I was just another one of his public and he was the God.

In my creation.

There's only one God.

She's in there!

Case closed?

Case closed