The simulation flickered and for a moment she could see exactly which people around her were corpses still strapped into their augmented pods. Every time the sim began to glitch, she saw more and more bodies. No matter what the sim showed, she could always smell the faint sickly-sweet stench of a slow and quiet death.
The avatars never changed their behaviours, their speech patterns, those little mannerisms that made them all the more realistic. It was like the humans behind them were still alive, at least until the bodies were removed. She couldn't see it happening but occasionally she heard the cleaning crew talking about the mess left behind.
They may be physically gone but their avatars didn't leave like they were supposed to. Even when she reported them to the moderators they still remained. She wasn't sure if it was out of respect or disrespect for the dead that these fakes were allowed to wander about like nothing had happened while their families mourned over their meat.
It may have begun as a way to talk to people allover the solar system but now it was a necropolis.
The avatars never changed their behaviours, their speech patterns, those little mannerisms that made them all the more realistic. It was like the humans behind them were still alive, at least until the bodies were removed. She couldn't see it happening but occasionally she heard the cleaning crew talking about the mess left behind.
They may be physically gone but their avatars didn't leave like they were supposed to. Even when she reported them to the moderators they still remained. She wasn't sure if it was out of respect or disrespect for the dead that these fakes were allowed to wander about like nothing had happened while their families mourned over their meat.
It may have begun as a way to talk to people allover the solar system but now it was a necropolis.
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