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The gentle lapping of waves, the tang of salt in the air, the warmth of the sun, and the softness of sand beneath my feet — the sensations grounded me, reinforcing the bond between us.
Only now, it wasn’t alone.
I had real memories now, ones I had forged.
Our lovemaking, our kissing, our touching.
I reveled in it.
The holo-screen flickered to life, a bluish hue illuminating the room.
The initial images were their usual hazy blur, a medley of swirling colors and indistinct shapes.
But as my focus drifted back to my shared vision with Ellie, a strange sensation took over.
The tranquil beach scene began to merge not with my earlier memory but with the images on the holo-screen.
My heart raced, a rhythm of hope and trepidation.
The holo-images grew sharper, every detail snapping into focus, much clearer than they ever had before.
The cacophony of the machine’s hums, whirs, and beeps seemed to fade as the images became more pronounced.
I saw bustling streets of a city I couldn’t recognize, spacecrafts darting in the sky, marketplaces alive with chatter and barter, and… Ellie.
There she was, walking with purpose, looking more vibrant and real than any holo-image should.
It felt as if I was losing control, my connection with the Distant Vision becoming a conduit for the machine’s power.
The dichotomy was unsettling.
I gripped my chair’s armrests, the wires lashed about my arms digging into my flesh.
The texture of the holo-images seemed tangible, the sounds of the distant city ringing in my ears almost drowned the soothing sounds of waves in our shared vision.
It felt as if the line between reality and vision was blurring.
As the weight of realization hit me, I tried to retreat mentally, to distance myself from the invasive pull of the holo-images.
Yet, my shared vision with Ellie acted as an anchor, making it harder to disengage.
Desperation began to rise in me; I didn’t want to give the Supervisor this power, the power to see and manipulate futures.
Suddenly, Ellie’s voice, soft and soothing, whispered in my ear:
“Stay with me, Ceara.”
Though it was just a fragment of our shared Distant Vision, it was what I needed.
A beacon in the storm.
With renewed vigor, I tried to blur the holo-images, focusing all my energy on our beach, on the sensation of her touch, the warmth of the sun.
The room’s sounds faded, replaced by the gentle crash of waves and Ellie’s gentle heartbeat.
When I finally opened my eyes, the holo-screen was dark.
The Supervisor stared at it in frustration, his face a mask of anger.
