I want to turn it into some sort of an interactive book - kind of like a visual novel."Transport at the touch of your finger," read the advertisement on the Chromaboard as a tall man in his twenty-fifth year walked past it and the words echoed in his mind. He hushed the unimportant thoughts away by wrinkling his serious looking brows up and concentrating on the task he set out to himself. His deep brown eyes darted across the market alley, looking for a specific figure.
It was no easy task. Amongst the thousands of sounds emanating from the busy life of mechanical creatures, and overwhelmed with electronic signals to grab your attention using all five of your senses, looking for what you meant to look for seemed almost impossible for a man of his set of mind. He liked quiet. He didn't mind excitement, nor immerse situations, but he liked to know what he was about to do - he liked to be in control of himself, an option that you found rarely present these days.
"Jake!" he heard a striking female voice call his name. He turned to face the girl who called his name only to spot a virtual presence narrowcast. From the open store display on his left a small triangular device was emitting a live image from the edge of the ceiling that appeared right next to him.
"Jake, do you remember me?" the young actress talked rapidly, trying to grab every bit of attention she could get from him, "Gosh you look handsome today!" leaning a bit forward she exposed her bare breasts under the thin fabric that hung down delinquently, "I found this great deal on a fabulous IDEAGuard Book for your thoughts, and I thought 'I knew you would be interested'! I already booked a copy for you but you have to call right away. It's a great product from Arsenal Co. I love buying from them! They are so reliable. The address is ArsenalCo-star-Net. Be sure to contact them. See you Jake," she blew him a kiss.
There was no resistance. If you kept arguing or asking her to shut up it would only take longer, he knew. She would become more desperate, and right now he didn't need that. It didn't matter that she was not a real friend, nor that she could not have known his name by natural means. It was advertising and it was designed to find out everything about you, watching your responses and stealing information in order to attract you. So he kept a motionless expression as he continued looking about the place.
(He walked across...)
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I'm looking for fellow writers who would be interested to help out with coming up with ideas and writing passages. It's kind of an open project, so feel free to contribute, based on what you'd like to see.
