No need for looking, or talking. Or even hearing. We can all do that later in our other world. Made to order, the goggles are financed like cars. You pay for what you get, six sense versions are six figures minimum.
Other world real estate, everyone wants a plot, lots of rentals. Eat the Gatesloaf or the Zuckmuck, tastes like filet mignon, sitting in a snazzy rooftop restaurant. Some live music in the corner, perhaps Sade tonight. 10 bucks an hour. Digital odor circuits, everything smells perfect, hints of every season and spice.
Worlds should balance out, the other and the real. Synchronized, integrated, leveraged, your life should be enhanced. One day we'll have an eternity pill, you won't actually live forever, it will just seem that way. A mind trick is all, a program. Angels of scientific fiction.
