The sign outside said Cosmic Simulator Center. The letters were peeling. Dave pulled the door open and the bell above it made a so...
He walked past the counter. Maria was there, reading a magazine. She nodded. Dave nodded back. He had been coming here every Wednesday for three years. One hundred and fifty-six times. He knew the count because he had started writing it on the back of receipts from the diner on Butler Street. The VR room was in the back. Three booths. Two were empty. Dave sat in the left one. The headset was...
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