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My sense of wonder at the world around me had begun to lose its fizziness, and my tendrils were going limp. As I blinked and looked around, I could still see the bending and patterning of the visual hallucinations, but my head had snapped back into some sort of real s.p.a.ce.

I sighed.

"Anyway, time to get back. It's my brother's birthday and my dad asked me to come home for a family breakfast."

"I'm sorry, I forgot," Sid worm said softly. He looked up into the light, considering something. "Bob, I love you, buddy, and maybe it's not for me to say..."

"What?" I was still pretty high. Was he asking me a question?

"Well, maybe you should slow down a bit. You're wasted all the time. I understand, but, well..."

I laughed. "Hey, if that's not the pot calling the kettle black."

"I'm just saying..."

"I know what you're saying," I admitted after a pause. "Look, I appreciate it, but let's just get going."

An urgent ping from Robert, my proxxi, arrived.

"My dad is already complaining about me being late," I added, looking at the ping.

"Yeah, all right. Let's head."

With that we began to surge upwards towards the light, leaving the dancing creatures below. I remembered when my brother and I used to dance in Humungous Fungus together under the lights of the phosphorous jellies. It seemed like just yesterday.

3.

GROWING UP ON Atopia was great and all, but for me, pssi-the poly-synthetic sensory interface-was only good for two things; playing the gameworlds and getting stoned. Oh, and I guess it was cool for surfing too, so three things. Or, actually four. It was great for hiding the fact that I was stoned.

I was still buzzing from my excursion into Humungous Fungus, but I had Robert, my proxxi who controlled my body while I was out of it, filtering my movements and speech so that I appeared perfectly normal, or at least close to normal. Robert tended to overdo it in these situations, and if he wasn't my proxxi I'd swear he did it on purpose.

As I came out onto the sun deck of our habitat overlooking the ocean, Robert nimbly handled seating me at the place open opposite my Dad. Martin was sitting to my left and my mum to my right, and sitting behind my mum was a guy dressed up in a toga with weather beaten leather thongs on his feet.

It was a beautiful morning, with a slight breeze just offsetting the unseasonably hot weather we'd been having lately. Gulls squawked in the distance over the kelp forests while waves swept calmly past on their way into Atopia.

My dad scrutinized me as I sat down.

"Bob, the least you could have done was be on time for your brother's birthday breakfast."

Martin smiled at me weakly from across the table. He knew I'd been out partying all night, and I felt suddenly bad. I smiled back at him and shrugged apologetically.

"And your food is cold already," added my Dad.

Robert was filtering my speech, so when I responded, "So is your heart," in response to my dad's predictable dig, it came out of my mouth as, "Yes, sir. Very sorry for being late."

This, of course, sounding like nothing I'd say, immediately got me in trouble.

"Are you stoned again?"

Robert did a pretty good job of having my face feign surprise. I just giggled away, safely detached inside my head.

"No sir," responded Robert using my voice, while I subvocalized to Sid who was ghosting in on this, "Wouldn't you be with a family like this?" Sid laughed too.

My dad leaned over and looked deep into my eyes. I burst out laughing on the inside while Robert covered for me.

"Dad, come on, I just didn't sleep well last night, okay?"

Good one, Robert. That was true. I was out getting high all night and hadn't slept a wink. My dad narrowed one eye and then just shook his head, straightening up and going back to b.u.t.tering his toast.

"Anyway, Jimmy isn't even here yet," I pointed out, "why are you giving me so much trouble?"

"Jimmy has important things he needs to be taking care of right now."

Unlike some of the people at this table, he didn't need to add. It was like Jimmy was more of a son to him than his own sons were. It was always Jimmy did this and Jimmy did that, and I was getting more than tired of it. I sighed and angrily shook my head. It looked like it was going to be another one of those conversations.

"Bob," complained my dad, "you're twenty one years old. When are you going to find some direction in your life? You need to move on, son. You should have been here to see the slingshot test fire with us. We were all here. Jimmy was right there in the control room with Commander Strong."

Here we go again. Robert deleted my expletives when he responded for me.

"Dad, I did watch the slingshots," Robert replied for me, truthfully, "and I am doing something with my life. I have one of the top rated dimstims out there."

It was true.

I was a professional vacationer, and thousands of people at a time paid money to stimswitch into me when I was out surfing. It was great money, and when pssi was released into the rest of the world I was going to be huge.

My dad wasn't impressed at my entrepreneurial ambitions, however, and just ignored what we'd said.

"You have such an opportunity, Bob. What is happening here is a onceinalifetime event and you're right in the middle of it."

That's the problem right there, I thought, but this wasn't what he wanted to hear.

"I'm also one of the best surfers in the world," I pointed out, something I figured any parent should be proud of. My imagined ranking wasn't entirely fair since the rest of the world's surfers didn't have pssi, yet, which justified my obsessive need to be out there all the time.

My dad continued his ignoring game.

"You were one of the very first pssikids. You were top in your cla.s.s at the Solomon House Academy before you dropped out," he began to sermonize, wagging his toastb.u.t.tering knife at me. "Patricia Killiam was just asking me the other day about you, saying how impressed she was with your work when you were a Cla.s.s I Freshman. She said there could still be a place at the Solomon House for you."

He raised his eyebrows impressively as the knife came to rest pointing directly at me. My dad was the director of public relations for the entire pssi project, so it wasn't just me he was chatting up about all this.

I groaned and rolled my eyes as I clicked off my proxxi filter. I'd handle this myself.

"A lot of stuff has happened shince then, wooden you say?"

I slurred out half the words. This got my Dad's head shaking again and he looked skyward.

"Yes," he responded, looking at me and then to Martin, "and look how well Martin is doing."

He motioned with the knife across to the other side of the table. Martin smiled at me weakly, not wanting to get involved.

"Yeah, look at him," I shot back, narrowing my eyes at both of them. "Martin and all of you are just the picture of shuperbooper family togatherness. And quit talking about Jimmy all the time, we're your real sons."

I aimed for thick sarcasm, emphasizing 'real', but I wasn't sure if my enunciation was clear enough to convey it beneath the drugs. What had I taken again?

"Bob, honey, don't be so mad. It's his birthday today, let's please be nice," came my mum's quavering voice. "Forgiveness is the key to life. Forgive yourself, son."

I sighed. It looked like this was going to be a tag team event. I could see the guy behind my mum in the toga and sandals begin to lean forward as if to add something, but I leaned his way and angrily waved my finger at him to cut short whatever was coming from that corner.

"Not a word from you, okay?" I spat at him.

I was as patient as the next guy, but my mum having her personal Jesus following her around like a puppy dog, so that she could chat to him all the time, was getting on my nerves. It wasn't so bad if her Jesus just sat there and spoke when spoken to, but it really drove me nuts when he started jumping into conversations.

"Mum," I asked, turning to her, "what do I have to forgive myself for?"

"I don't know, son. You have to figure that out for yourself," she replied softly, in the way that only mothers can. "I know you can son, you have special abilities."

My dad rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the three of us. He didn't like it when mum started talking like this.

Our family had something of an unusual history, filled with flashes of brilliance and corners of darkness. My great-great-grandfather had been something of a nut. He claimed to have been able to speak with the dead and move objects with his mind. It was something my dad was ashamed of.

My grandfather had been almost as bad, and he and my father had stopped speaking a long time ago when my father had left New York to accept a job on the Washington beltway. The lunacy tended to skip a generation. My dad was just waiting for me to starting hear voices, and I honestly couldn't blame him for worrying about me using drugs.

"There is evil in the world, son," added Jesus for good measure.

I shot him my own evil glance.

"Only the evil that we make," I replied, feeling suddenly defeated.

"Yes, the evil that we make."

That stopped everyone in their tracks. I sat back in my chair and rubbed my eyes, fighting frustration on the one hand and a general sense of not being sure what was happening on the other. Maybe I could try a different tack.

"Look, all this stuff is great, but technology can make you stupid, you know?"

My addled brain was trying to find some way out of these woods I'd wandered it into. All four of them stared at me.

"Like a generation ago, Eskimos didn't even have a word for 'lost,' and now without GPS they can barely find their way out of a frozen paper bag."

"I believe they're called Inuit," suggested Martin. I looked at him hopelessly.

"That's not the point. Look, I'm stuck in this thing, and I love all you guys," I said, really thinking that I love most of you guys. "I have kind of a lovehate relationship with pssi right now and I want to use this stuff the way I want to. Okay, dad?"

My dad just shrugged.

"Okay, Bob. Whatever you think is best."

He clearly didn't think it was best.

"Just leave me to do stuff the way I want, in the time I want," I said, grabbing some croissants and a gla.s.s of orange juice. "Anyway this was great. I'm going surfing. Is that okay with everyone?"

I was going to check on Vince to see if he wanted to go surfing.

Vince was the man.

4.

THE SENSE OF TOUCH was the most underappreciated of all the senses, at least of the senses the rest of the world had. When the first elemental life had ventured out into the primordial goo, it was its sense of touch that kept it safe from danger.

Touch was the most ancient of our senses, existing before any sight, sound, taste, or smell existed. It was essential to the feeling of things being a part of your body. When you played tennis, did you think about the racquet hitting the ball as you swung? No. The racquet became a part of you. Tools that began as extensions of our bodies soon became a part of it.

It was the same with any tool we used, and pssi made it possible to make tools out of information flow in the multiverse and incorporate into our bodies in much the same way.

For me, the flow of information was an apt metaphor. As surfing became my obsession at a young age, my innovation had been to remap my tactile sense into the water around me.

Sitting on my surfboard, bobbing up and down between the swells, I could feel the pressure and shape and even the temperature of the water's surface around me through my skin, and the thousands of neurons attached to each hair follicle could sense tiny subsurface eddies and water currents.

After nearly twenty years of dedicated practice, my brain had neuroplastically reformatted to devote a large part of itself to my water-sense, and I now had the most highly attuned tactile array of any pssikid, or for that matter, anyone else in the world. Sitting with my eyes closed, I could feel the water moving and undulating around me as a perfectly natural and integral part of my body.

I was one with the water, and it was one with me.

Still a little hung-over from the previous evening, I opened my eyes to awake from my reverie. Atopia sure was pretty from out here, with its thick forests rising up from white sandy beaches. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something move and a beautiful stag suddenly burst forth from the forest underbrush. We eyed each other for a moment, and then he disappeared.

Above decks, the floating island of Atopia was covered in forests that were teaming with 'wild' animals, but like everything else out there, their neural systems were loaded with the smarticles that floated in the air and water around us. Everything here was a part of the pssi network, but I doubted that the animals ever realized they were off in virtual worlds as they stampeded through synthetic savannahs while vetbots tended to their real bodies in downtime.

Not much wild was left in the world today. It was ironic that tourists now lined up to come to a completely artificial island built to perfect synthetic reality, all to enjoy a shred of the old reality hiding inside it by dusting themselves down in smarticles.

Smarticles were the pixie dust that permeated everything on Atopia, a system of nanoscale particles that worked as both a sensor and communication network, floating everywhere in the air and water. They suffused through the bodies of living creatures to lodge into their nervous systems to form the foundation of pssi.

Pssi enabled not just jumping off into virtual worlds, but also the sharing of experiences and even bodies. A philosopher had once rhetorically asked what it was like to be a bat, meaning that it was something we could never know, but out here on Atopia, you could inhabit a bat, a bear, a fish, a shark, a tree, and even, sometimes, yourself.

The beaming sun was drying the salt water into crystals on my skin, making it itchy as it baked, and I scratched my neck and shifted positions on my board. A breeze mixed the sea air with the musty odor of a tangle of seaweed floating nearby.

While the water was cold, my pssi tuned it out and I was perfectly comfortable. I just had to be careful my muscles didn't get too sluggish when it came time for action.

Seagulls squawked and wheeled in the sky, and otters were playing out in the kelp not far away, chattering away about whatever otters chattered about. Some were floating around on their backs, eating a breakfast of clams they had scrounged from aquaculture bins below.

Out here I felt a certain peace that escaped me elsewhere, a deep meditative calm outside the madness. I came out here often to think about Nancy, to think about my brother, to think about how I had messed everything up. Looking up, I could see nimbus clouds striping the blue cathedral of the sky.

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