It was the dead of the night. Lucy sat in front of her computer, the small flat screen attached to her wall that currently had the image of her younger self in the middle of her parents, a thin, glasses-wearing lanky man with a grin, and a woman of silver hair with a calm smile; both dressed in lab coats.
As the framed picture was actually her desktop, it was alive, the individuals moving about in a loop, her younger self jumping between them while they held her hand.
'Day's past. . .' Lucy muttered, her sapphire eyes glazing over as memories shifted through her mind.
"Master, are you alright?"
Lucy turned to her side and spotted Alice's holographic figure seated on the helm of her desk, wearing a pure white dress and staring worriedly at her. The artificial intelligence which her parents had gifted her could appear anywhere within the apartment in any size and, sometimes, she did so simply to keep Lucy company.
She smiled.
"I'm fine, Alice," She said, sighing lightly. Then she continued. "Could you take me to Worm's blog?"
Alice nodded, jumping from the desk and disappearing in a flash of light.
"Right away!"
A moment later, she appeared in the lower-left corner of Lucy's desktop screen, the picture shifting away in an instant to reveal the exact website she wanted. The AI was intelligent. Even amongst the true-artificial intelligence programs in the world, Lucy's parents had told her that Alice was number one.
Lucy scrolled through Worm's newly released articles. The girl worked fast, fast. There were 3 updates in one day, the most interesting of which catching her eyes instantly.
'Current Battle Mechanics 101.'
Lucy clicked on that.
". . ."
She scrolled and saw a lengthy, detailed article. It first explained 'Strength Pressure', a term she had set for when a higher level opponent, with at least twice a strength stat than you own, still dealt 20% of its damage to you even if you blocked with a weapon. As well, that damage it dealt still had your natural defensive stat to deal with before the amount of hp lost would be calculated.
'No wonder the Goblin Commander was such a pain,' Lucy thought, remembering how she took damage from the boss of 'Goblin's Outpost' simply by clashing her blade with it.
Then it went on to explain 'Critical Hits', something Lucy had already figured by herself but still appreciated Worm's articulating ability. Essentially, an attack damage twice the norm would be triggered if you landed a clean attack on an unaware opponent or an area of their body considered vital.
After that, there was what Worm called 'Mutilate', something Lucy also already knew. As long as an individual attacked with a bladed weapon, and their physical strength was at least twice more than their opponent's physical defense, they could slice off part's of the foe's body. Limb's would grow back once an individual returned to the green zone of their health and, if already within that zone, will instead return in 10 seconds.
'Oh?' Lucy raised her brow as she read on.
It seemed, though most magical attacks couldn't mutilate, those with the 'blade' or 'explosion' property could. That also went similarly for traps.
'That makes enough sense. The devs can't just give only the blade wielding classes that advantage,' She thought. Though, they were still the only ones who could naturally do it without utilizing skills if they were strong enough.
Finally, she reached what was currently the most important system in team play, the mechanics Worm had termed 'Damage Stacking' and 'Damage Burst'. Looking at her article, it was explained almost exactly as the girl had explained it to her, though with more detail and words. Including the notion that attacks must be made within 1.3 seconds of each other, and the final result of the burst would be an additional damage equal to 1.3x the sum of all attacks stacked.
'Seems about right.'
Though she loved playing games, she wasn't a genius at actually doing so. Yet, having already fought using the mechanic against the Goblin Commander, Lucy thought she understood enough of the gist of it. Overall, the functions Worm had laid out should help a large segment of the player base be more efficient in their fighting.
She scrolled down and, sure enough, almost-all of the comments on the article were thanking her.
[xXSlayerXx: Thank you oh goddess, this lowly mortal bows down to your intellect!]
". . ."
Lucy was speechless at the most-liked comment. Shaking her head, she checked out the other articles. One of which was an explanation on the Blacksmithing crafting class and how to obtain it, while the last one was about the dungeon they had run together, explaining its overall layout, the monsters within and their strength, and finally the drops.
"Wow, she's really detailed," Lucy whistled, impressed once again.
She bookmarked the website, which was unironically named 'Worm's Dirt', a name she thought odd, and grabbed the bluetooth earbuds charging wirelessly from her table, next to her cellphone, and wore them.
"Alice, call the number I recently saved as 'Worm' for me," She said as she relaxed into her chair.
There was a small ringing. Then a beep noted that her call had been picked up
"H-hello. . .?"
The soft voice of the girl came out of the other end, not unlike the one she had been hearing earlier in the game, yet it seemed far more quiet and toned down in reality. Lucy raised a brow at that.
"It's me, Eve, I've got your number, remember?" She said.
"Yeah. . .I do. I saved it, I was simply making sure."
There was a breath of relief on the other end.
Lucy grinned.
"You must really hate talking and interacting with people," She said, "Weren't you chatting just fine with the NPCs in game though?"
"Those are different. As real as they may feel, they are still nothing more than strings of data," Worm protested on the other end, "And, besides, I dislike answering calls in general."
"What an introvert. . ." Lucy muttered. "You remind me of my best friend. Though, less of disliking it, he just doesn't care for people and socializing. Able to do it if he wants to, but, well, he rarely ever wants to as he finds most people annoying."
Worm chuckled. "Well. Good on him. I myself would rather stay away from people as much as possible, holed in my room if I could."
"Yet you approached me in the game?" Lucy asked.
"Tha-that's different," Worm protested, "Not only was I curious about the player who died first, you are also relatively easy to approach and chat with more than others."
"How so?"
"Umm. . ."
There was silence.
"Well?" Lucy asked, bringing a mug of tea to her lips. Tea with milk and honey, one of her favorite drinks, especially at nighttime. "Cat's got your tongue now?"
Worm coughed.
"Well. . .you see, you're easy to talk to," She murmured, "I find you easier as company because you wear your emotions on your sleeve. I can usually tell your general thoughts and mood without any problem, you're rarely overbearing, and you didn't mind me experimenting in the heat of battle. Though I feel I should clarify that I only dislike overly large groups of people."
Lucy shifted in her seat as she raised a brow. "Woah did you just analyze me? Are you a psychologist?"
"S-sorry?"
She laughed.
When not spouting about something she was interested in, like Eclipse's game mechanics, it seemed to Lucy that Worm was a person who found it difficult to chat with others.
'Worm. . .' She thought, placing her mug back on the table as Alice appeared on her shoulder, weightless while a robot came in to refill her cup. It was such an individual that was now her party-member in the game world. She smiled as she reclined deeper into her comfortable chair.
"It's nothing, you don't need to apologize, you know?" Lucy said, then continued. "Actually, I don't think I'll be able to call you 'Worm' in reality with a straight face, definitely not in public. What else can I call you?"
"Hmm. . .call me Shana. Shana Goodwill," Worm replied.
Lucy raised a brow. "Is that your real name?"
"It is."
She nodded. "Well, Shana, your articles were amazing."
It felt odd for her to tell that to a 14-year-old, the same age as herself, but that was nevertheless the truth. Lucy could only shrug at the comical nature of it.
"They are nothing special," The girl on the other end of the phone replied, "What is your name, though, or can I simply call you Eve here as well?"
"Lucy Heartfelt."
There was silence.
Then Shana coughed.
"Erm. . .I'm sorry, what did you say again?"
Lucy tilted her head. "My name is Lucy Heartfelt?"
There was another silence. Just as Lucy was wondering if her earbuds had broken, the voice of the girl came through once more.
". . .you're Lucy Heartfelt?" Shana said, sounding incredulously disbelieving, "That Lucy Heartfelt? Daughter of the inventors of True Artificial Intelligence, Commercial Nuclear Batteries, and Holographic Technology?"
Lucy felt slightly uncomfortable under the direct amazement of the girl at the mention of her name. She took a moment and stared at Alice, who remained on her shoulder, then nodded.
"That's the one," She replied.
"Why do you sound so nonchalant? Your parents practically changed the world with each invention after the other!" Shana was livid with excitement, "I remember reading about them while I was still in high school. Fascinating biographies and articles. 'The Husband and Wife Who Built the Future', they were called. I basically devoured any information on them."
"When you were in high school?" Lucy replied, disregarding the rest of her words, "You already graduated high school? I thought you said you were the same age as me?"
"Oh, no, I am 14 indeed," The girl clarified, "I've just recently finished high school, and I am currently going through college online. Though I believe we shall be moving soon to virtual classes."
Lucy blinked her eyes.
". . .aren't you the amazing one here?" She said, "I was just born with a diamond spoon, but you're a genius, aren't you?"
It was no wonder the young girl was already providing for herself with her own work.
Shana, however, coughed under the compliment. "Did you hear about the coming update?"
Rolling her eyes, Lucy nevertheless answered the girl.
"Oh for sure," She said, "I'm mostly excited for the player market, though."
"Oh really? I myself am looking forward to the recording feature and ability to access the internet while in game," Shana said, "It should make my writing more efficient, and allow me to actually utilize my own gameplay footage."
Lucy sighed, taking a sip of her tea.
"Of course that's what you'd be interested in."
"Wha-what is that supposed to mean?!"
Lucy laughed. "It means you're really dedicated, of course."
Then a thought occurred to her.
"What are you studying in college anyway?" She asked.
She could feel a calm smile across the phone. "Virtual Reality Game Design."
It was a fitting degree for the girl.
They stayed on call for a few more minutes. Once over, Lucy placed her earbuds back upon the desk, took a nice bath, and then fell asleep upon her bed at 12 pm.
Lucy woke up at 8 am. At the behest of Maria, she was having breakfast composed of scrambled eggs, waffles, and french fries. All things she particularly enjoyed. All things slathered with maple syrup. Drinking her grape juice out of a fancy wine glass she used because it felt nice, she sighed in contentment.
"This is delicious!" She said, chewing slowly afterwards.
"Thanks for the praise," Maria replied, smiling, "I cooked it all from scratch."
"Mhmm mhmm."
Though her meal was quite simple, they were nevertheless of high quality, something a world-class hotel might serve as part of a continental breakfast.
Supposedly, her maid had once been a chef. In fact, her grandparents said, the woman had dabbled in a plethora of jobs. Though Maria Williams had never received a college education, she was nevertheless someone who had seen and done a lot in the 10 years since she left high school than most had in their entire lives.
'Is everyone a genius except me?' Lucy wondered as she ate, passively realizing that she now knew two people, aside from her parents, who were considered geniuses.
Technically, she herself was quite smart, being a student of the prestigious King's Charter, a world renowned school that combined middle school and high school. A school only the rich, influential, or gifted could be admitted into. Yet, though school came easily to her, she would still find it hard to call herself a genius.
'Well,' Lucy shrugged, 'Can't really call myself that when I died first to a rabbit of all things.'
Her meal finished, she stood up as a robot came to take her plate away.
"Thanks, Alice," Lucy said.
"No need, master."
The robot blinked its eyes and carried on.
As her parents had been the one to design and implement most of the technology in the apartment, most things were stupidly efficient, and most things were managed by Alice. Even before they died, they had made sure their daughter would forever live a comfortable life. If she really wanted to, Lucy could do absolutely nothing and never have a problem in her life. With connections that once belonged to her parents, a black card with more money than she could spend, technology that made day to day life a breeze, and a maid and artificial intelligence at her behest, she could very well do and have anything she wished for.
'I'm thankful for that, really, but. . .' Lucy thought, 'It kinda makes reality a bit boring.'
And that was why she loved games. She would always have the same starting point as others, the same challenges as others, and she would always climb up with her own strength. It was that simple. It was the reason she never spent real life money in games unless for cosmetics. It was also the same reason she hadn't made use of her connections to join Eclipse's beta, instead joining the raffle like anyone else, and losing.
She smiled, remembering how she had ranted to Arthur about losing the raffle.
"Alright, gaming time!"
Just as she was to leave, her maid's cough brought her attention back.
"Don't forget," Maria reminded her, "Tomorrow is Wednesday. We shall be down at the gym early in the morning, then we shall get your hair done, and finally have lunch with your grandparents."
"Ah right," Lucy nodded, smiling brightly, "I'll keep that in mind of course."
Both of Lucy's parents had been only children, and her mother's parents had also passed away long ago, so that left her grandparents from her father's side, who made sure to pamper her. That meant, now that it was summer vacation, they would make sure they were freer and would be coming over at least once a week to check up with and dote on their only grandchild.
'I wonder what present they'll bring this time?' Lucy thought as she walked to her room. Her grandparents always liked to bring her something when they visited for the first time during summer vacation. Usually, it was new technology that interested her. Last time, they had been the ones to gift her her computer, a beast of a machine likely unparalleled by almost any other. There wasn't any game she couldn't play with it, though of course it could do plenty of other things.
Her door opened automatically, and she rushed to her bed, grabbing her virtual reality helmet and laying down.
"Alice, let me know when it's 4pm, so I can eat."
"I will do so, master, enjoy your gaming!"
By 10 am, she was in the game.
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It was the dead of the night. Lucy sat in front of her computer, the small flat screen attached to her wall that currently had the image of her younger self in the middle of her parents, a thin, glasses-wearing lanky man with a grin, and a woman of silver hair with a calm smile; both dressed in lab coats.
As the framed picture was actually her desktop, it was alive, the individuals moving about in a loop, her younger self jumping between them while they held her hand.
'Day's past. . .' Lucy muttered, her sapphire eyes glazing over as memories shifted through her mind.
"Master, are you alright?"
Lucy turned to her side and spotted Alice's holographic figure seated on the helm of her desk, wearing a pure white dress and staring worriedly at her. The artificial intelligence which her parents had gifted her could appear anywhere within the apartment in any size and, sometimes, she did so simply to keep Lucy company.
She smiled.
"I'm fine, Alice," She said, sighing lightly. Then she continued. "Could you take me to Worm's blog?"
Alice nodded, jumping from the desk and disappearing in a flash of light.
"Right away!"
A moment later, she appeared in the lower-left corner of Lucy's desktop screen, the picture shifting away in an instant to reveal the exact website she wanted. The AI was intelligent. Even amongst the true-artificial intelligence programs in the world, Lucy's parents had told her that Alice was number one.
Lucy scrolled through Worm's newly released articles. The girl worked fast, fast. There were 3 updates in one day, the most interesting of which catching her eyes instantly.
'Current Battle Mechanics 101.'
Lucy clicked on that.
". . ."
She scrolled and saw a lengthy, detailed article. It first explained 'Strength Pressure', a term she had set for when a higher level opponent, with at least twice a strength stat than you own, still dealt 20% of its damage to you even if you blocked with a weapon. As well, that damage it dealt still had your natural defensive stat to deal with before the amount of hp lost would be calculated.
'No wonder the Goblin Commander was such a pain,' Lucy thought, remembering how she took damage from the boss of 'Goblin's Outpost' simply by clashing her blade with it.
Then it went on to explain 'Critical Hits', something Lucy had already figured by herself but still appreciated Worm's articulating ability. Essentially, an attack damage twice the norm would be triggered if you landed a clean attack on an unaware opponent or an area of their body considered vital.
After that, there was what Worm called 'Mutilate', something Lucy also already knew. As long as an individual attacked with a bladed weapon, and their physical strength was at least twice more than their opponent's physical defense, they could slice off part's of the foe's body. Limb's would grow back once an individual returned to the green zone of their health and, if already within that zone, will instead return in 10 seconds.
'Oh?' Lucy raised her brow as she read on.
It seemed, though most magical attacks couldn't mutilate, those with the 'blade' or 'explosion' property could. That also went similarly for traps.
'That makes enough sense. The devs can't just give only the blade wielding classes that advantage,' She thought. Though, they were still the only ones who could naturally do it without utilizing skills if they were strong enough.
Finally, she reached what was currently the most important system in team play, the mechanics Worm had termed 'Damage Stacking' and 'Damage Burst'. Looking at her article, it was explained almost exactly as the girl had explained it to her, though with more detail and words. Including the notion that attacks must be made within 1.3 seconds of each other, and the final result of the burst would be an additional damage equal to 1.3x the sum of all attacks stacked.
'Seems about right.'
Though she loved playing games, she wasn't a genius at actually doing so. Yet, having already fought using the mechanic against the Goblin Commander, Lucy thought she understood enough of the gist of it. Overall, the functions Worm had laid out should help a large segment of the player base be more efficient in their fighting.
She scrolled down and, sure enough, almost-all of the comments on the article were thanking her.
[xXSlayerXx: Thank you oh goddess, this lowly mortal bows down to your intellect!]
". . ."
Lucy was speechless at the most-liked comment. Shaking her head, she checked out the other articles. One of which was an explanation on the Blacksmithing crafting class and how to obtain it, while the last one was about the dungeon they had run together, explaining its overall layout, the monsters within and their strength, and finally the drops.
"Wow, she's really detailed," Lucy whistled, impressed once again.
She bookmarked the website, which was unironically named 'Worm's Dirt', a name she thought odd, and grabbed the bluetooth earbuds charging wirelessly from her table, next to her cellphone, and wore them.
"Alice, call the number I recently saved as 'Worm' for me," She said as she relaxed into her chair.
There was a small ringing. Then a beep noted that her call had been picked up
"H-hello. . .?"
The soft voice of the girl came out of the other end, not unlike the one she had been hearing earlier in the game, yet it seemed far more quiet and toned down in reality. Lucy raised a brow at that.
"It's me, Eve, I've got your number, remember?" She said.
"Yeah. . .I do. I saved it, I was simply making sure."
There was a breath of relief on the other end.
Lucy grinned.
"You must really hate talking and interacting with people," She said, "Weren't you chatting just fine with the NPCs in game though?"
"Those are different. As real as they may feel, they are still nothing more than strings of data," Worm protested on the other end, "And, besides, I dislike answering calls in general."
"What an introvert. . ." Lucy muttered. "You remind me of my best friend. Though, less of disliking it, he just doesn't care for people and socializing. Able to do it if he wants to, but, well, he rarely ever wants to as he finds most people annoying."
Worm chuckled. "Well. Good on him. I myself would rather stay away from people as much as possible, holed in my room if I could."
"Yet you approached me in the game?" Lucy asked.
"Tha-that's different," Worm protested, "Not only was I curious about the player who died first, you are also relatively easy to approach and chat with more than others."
"How so?"
"Umm. . ."
There was silence.
"Well?" Lucy asked, bringing a mug of tea to her lips. Tea with milk and honey, one of her favorite drinks, especially at nighttime. "Cat's got your tongue now?"
Worm coughed.
"Well. . .you see, you're easy to talk to," She murmured, "I find you easier as company because you wear your emotions on your sleeve. I can usually tell your general thoughts and mood without any problem, you're rarely overbearing, and you didn't mind me experimenting in the heat of battle. Though I feel I should clarify that I only dislike overly large groups of people."
Lucy shifted in her seat as she raised a brow. "Woah did you just analyze me? Are you a psychologist?"
"S-sorry?"
She laughed.
When not spouting about something she was interested in, like Eclipse's game mechanics, it seemed to Lucy that Worm was a person who found it difficult to chat with others.
'Worm. . .' She thought, placing her mug back on the table as Alice appeared on her shoulder, weightless while a robot came in to refill her cup. It was such an individual that was now her party-member in the game world. She smiled as she reclined deeper into her comfortable chair.
"It's nothing, you don't need to apologize, you know?" Lucy said, then continued. "Actually, I don't think I'll be able to call you 'Worm' in reality with a straight face, definitely not in public. What else can I call you?"
"Hmm. . .call me Shana. Shana Goodwill," Worm replied.
Lucy raised a brow. "Is that your real name?"
"It is."
She nodded. "Well, Shana, your articles were amazing."
It felt odd for her to tell that to a 14-year-old, the same age as herself, but that was nevertheless the truth. Lucy could only shrug at the comical nature of it.
"They are nothing special," The girl on the other end of the phone replied, "What is your name, though, or can I simply call you Eve here as well?"
"Lucy Heartfelt."
There was silence.
Then Shana coughed.
"Erm. . .I'm sorry, what did you say again?"
Lucy tilted her head. "My name is Lucy Heartfelt?"
There was another silence. Just as Lucy was wondering if her earbuds had broken, the voice of the girl came through once more.
". . .you're Lucy Heartfelt?" Shana said, sounding incredulously disbelieving, "That Lucy Heartfelt? Daughter of the inventors of True Artificial Intelligence, Commercial Nuclear Batteries, and Holographic Technology?"
Lucy felt slightly uncomfortable under the direct amazement of the girl at the mention of her name. She took a moment and stared at Alice, who remained on her shoulder, then nodded.
"That's the one," She replied.
"Why do you sound so nonchalant? Your parents practically changed the world with each invention after the other!" Shana was livid with excitement, "I remember reading about them while I was still in high school. Fascinating biographies and articles. 'The Husband and Wife Who Built the Future', they were called. I basically devoured any information on them."
"When you were in high school?" Lucy replied, disregarding the rest of her words, "You already graduated high school? I thought you said you were the same age as me?"
"Oh, no, I am 14 indeed," The girl clarified, "I've just recently finished high school, and I am currently going through college online. Though I believe we shall be moving soon to virtual classes."
Lucy blinked her eyes.
". . .aren't you the amazing one here?" She said, "I was just born with a diamond spoon, but you're a genius, aren't you?"
It was no wonder the young girl was already providing for herself with her own work.
Shana, however, coughed under the compliment. "Did you hear about the coming update?"
Rolling her eyes, Lucy nevertheless answered the girl.
"Oh for sure," She said, "I'm mostly excited for the player market, though."
"Oh really? I myself am looking forward to the recording feature and ability to access the internet while in game," Shana said, "It should make my writing more efficient, and allow me to actually utilize my own gameplay footage."
Lucy sighed, taking a sip of her tea.
"Of course that's what you'd be interested in."
"Wha-what is that supposed to mean?!"
Lucy laughed. "It means you're really dedicated, of course."
Then a thought occurred to her.
"What are you studying in college anyway?" She asked.
She could feel a calm smile across the phone. "Virtual Reality Game Design."
It was a fitting degree for the girl.
They stayed on call for a few more minutes. Once over, Lucy placed her earbuds back upon the desk, took a nice bath, and then fell asleep upon her bed at 12 pm.
Lucy woke up at 8 am. At the behest of Maria, she was having breakfast composed of scrambled eggs, waffles, and french fries. All things she particularly enjoyed. All things slathered with maple syrup. Drinking her grape juice out of a fancy wine glass she used because it felt nice, she sighed in contentment.
"This is delicious!" She said, chewing slowly afterwards.
"Thanks for the praise," Maria replied, smiling, "I cooked it all from scratch."
"Mhmm mhmm."
Though her meal was quite simple, they were nevertheless of high quality, something a world-class hotel might serve as part of a continental breakfast.
Supposedly, her maid had once been a chef. In fact, her grandparents said, the woman had dabbled in a plethora of jobs. Though Maria Williams had never received a college education, she was nevertheless someone who had seen and done a lot in the 10 years since she left high school than most had in their entire lives.
'Is everyone a genius except me?' Lucy wondered as she ate, passively realizing that she now knew two people, aside from her parents, who were considered geniuses.
Technically, she herself was quite smart, being a student of the prestigious King's Charter, a world renowned school that combined middle school and high school. A school only the rich, influential, or gifted could be admitted into. Yet, though school came easily to her, she would still find it hard to call herself a genius.
'Well,' Lucy shrugged, 'Can't really call myself that when I died first to a rabbit of all things.'
Her meal finished, she stood up as a robot came to take her plate away.
"Thanks, Alice," Lucy said.
"No need, master."
The robot blinked its eyes and carried on.
As her parents had been the one to design and implement most of the technology in the apartment, most things were stupidly efficient, and most things were managed by Alice. Even before they died, they had made sure their daughter would forever live a comfortable life. If she really wanted to, Lucy could do absolutely nothing and never have a problem in her life. With connections that once belonged to her parents, a black card with more money than she could spend, technology that made day to day life a breeze, and a maid and artificial intelligence at her behest, she could very well do and have anything she wished for.
'I'm thankful for that, really, but. . .' Lucy thought, 'It kinda makes reality a bit boring.'
And that was why she loved games. She would always have the same starting point as others, the same challenges as others, and she would always climb up with her own strength. It was that simple. It was the reason she never spent real life money in games unless for cosmetics. It was also the same reason she hadn't made use of her connections to join Eclipse's beta, instead joining the raffle like anyone else, and losing.
She smiled, remembering how she had ranted to Arthur about losing the raffle.
"Alright, gaming time!"
Just as she was to leave, her maid's cough brought her attention back.
"Don't forget," Maria reminded her, "Tomorrow is Wednesday. We shall be down at the gym early in the morning, then we shall get your hair done, and finally have lunch with your grandparents."
"Ah right," Lucy nodded, smiling brightly, "I'll keep that in mind of course."
Both of Lucy's parents had been only children, and her mother's parents had also passed away long ago, so that left her grandparents from her father's side, who made sure to pamper her. That meant, now that it was summer vacation, they would make sure they were freer and would be coming over at least once a week to check up with and dote on their only grandchild.
'I wonder what present they'll bring this time?' Lucy thought as she walked to her room. Her grandparents always liked to bring her something when they visited for the first time during summer vacation. Usually, it was new technology that interested her. Last time, they had been the ones to gift her her computer, a beast of a machine likely unparalleled by almost any other. There wasn't any game she couldn't play with it, though of course it could do plenty of other things.
Her door opened automatically, and she rushed to her bed, grabbing her virtual reality helmet and laying down.
"Alice, let me know when it's 4pm, so I can eat."
"I will do so, master, enjoy your gaming!"
By 10 am, she was in the game.
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