Fallen Angels, Part six - Murder in Mind
"did the techies come up with anything from the sim card?" i asked. quinn nodded. "he made a phone call to one desmond crane at eight thirty." then he added "you know him?" when he saw me wince. "i'm gonna know him shortly," i said.
Fallen Angels, Part five - Night is the time for Killing
"it's completely trashed, but i've got a bunch of techies trying to decode the sim card." at 12:30 gill performed an operation on a patient. the journal stated his name simply as "toledo", a hobo living in a downtown shelter.
FW3000
Amaka sighed in relief and cut all power from the skids, "looks like the sim hours did pay off then gentleman." "good landing ma'am." abrafo commented as she continued to power everything down.
A dragon inside a phone (TF)
Taking out the sim, putting the phone upside down, making a call: none of these actions worked. i had to bring it to a service center. after only one day! as i prepared myself, i turned the volume off, and the sound continued.
Integration: Part Fourteen
She trained him in the sims, but that wasn't the same. the mind could learn the techniques there, but the body only truly learned the motions in reality.
On golden chariots
They never make it like that in the sims. they never, ever make it like that. it's never like you have to just... to just _let_ that happen.
Chapter Five - That really, really hurt
His smile faded a little when he reached the sim-room door. the read-out next to it stated it was still in use, with two furs detected.
Tension Held: Chapter 1
the sim training would hardly be taxing on their real bodies, after all. he turned and walked until he found himself face to face with the front door of the apartment complex that was their barracks.
Airing the Past
Pyro picked up the remote control, then walked back over to the sim room's control panel. "i was actually... trying to make a simulation." "oh?" kody smirked. "what're you tryin' to simulate? maybe i can help." "you come here often?"
Coaxial (part 1)
I've heard the sim-batter here is good. wanna try some?" his eyes wouldn't meet mine--they were too busy scanning the crowd with suspicion from beneath his combat helmet.
Sigh For COSI
the sim only sways back and forth and displays a few lights. "this isn't a challenge," donna complains. "this is a simple light show." "i kinda of like it," vito says. his partner elbows him in the gut. "oof!
Integration: Part Twelve
"she seemed agitated when i told her to stop flying like a lunatic in the sims and show me the sights." "but you said she listened," kira implored. "she acts huffy, but she respects you more if you voice your thoughts.