In Close Quarters
“Remind me again how we ended up down here?” If the net had the virtual world’s capacity to accurately represent facial expressions, Metis would have rolled her eyes.
“Come on. It’s not so bad,” Ken’s digitized voice barely concealed his queasiness. He didn’t netrun enough to know how to handle the disorientation that came with jacking in, and Metis had to mute her mic to keep him from hearing her laughter.
“Not so bad? Ken, we can’t leave this conduit because you don’t know how to avoid a Level 2 daemon.”
“I know. Sorry.” That voice, so much like a chastised little boy, was one of the reasons she’d fallen for him in college, but now it was just a reminder she shouldn’t have let him come along.
“Whatever. It’s fine. Can you squeeze around me? If I can get to the opening, I might be able to slow it down long enough for you to get out of here.” This would be so much easie