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We weren’t drunk. Yes we’d had a few but we knew what we were doing. It was on the agenda for the weekend. Chris knew I was thinking about it. They’d given me the ok. It was romantic. It was a bit of a disappointing set up. I was hoping for some dingy back room, a little bit more cyberpunk. But it was very clinical. Clean. I paid and entered my details and those Chris had given me. The machine accessed Chris’ feed and began; their’ private world written into my arm. Gradually the picture emerged. I suddenly sobered up.