It was defence
research, a neural connection between pilot and plane, gunner and weapon,
tanker and tank. For nigh a decade, they managed to keep it secret, until
prototype turned into production line. The game industry fell on it like
piranha on flesh, bulldozing government health concerns. Thus were born the
Virtual Worlds, where you could, and quite possibly would, be anyone and do
anything. Or have anything done to you. Old style porn died with a whimper, and
traditional business and education stood head over heel. For in the Virtual
Worlds, an hour's rest contained a year of fun, work, or study.