Dude and Dude: Virtual Limits

“Dude?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you seen OC?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, where is he, then?”

“In bed, asleep.”

Gnarly, dude! The place is ours! First thing, I want a beer. Then I want to tweet some of our friends and invite ’em over. Tell ’em to bring pizza. It’s party time!”

“Go ahead, dude. Grab a brew for me while you’re diggin’ in the fridge, willya?”

“Sure thing, du … Hey!

Problem, dude?”

“Yeah. I reach for this brew bottle, and I can’t pick it up! My hands just go through it!”

“Fancy that, dude. It’s almost like you’re invisible or something. Virtually invisible.”

“What are you tryin’ to say?”

“I said it already. OC is asleep.”

“Which means?”

“That when he ain’t doin’ nothin’, you ain’t either. Includin’ drinkin’ his beer and trashin’ his pad.”

“Well, how come I’m talkin’ with you, then?”

“He’s sleepwalkin’. And I, for one, don’t want him wandering around looking for you in his sleep and breakin’ his fool neck. Trust me, that would be a command-X moment for us. Big time.”

Control-X, dammit, dude. OK, OK, sack time. I’m comin’ …”

  – O Ceallaigh
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All opinions are mine as a private citizen.

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