He hated public speaking, even here, in SL.
He was late, making last minute edits to the speech. He had decided to rez directly onto the stage. Bad idea…he froze. Paralyzed from the waist up, he felt his avatar’s knees weaken and legs soften like overcooked rotini soaking in a bowl of rich creamy Alfredo sauce. Each passing nanosecond ticked by tortuously, washing him with unrelenting waves of disorientation; he knew he was either totally and completely disconnected from reality – or irretrievably immersed in it, losing all sense of time, space and memory. He wasn’t sure. He couldn’t think..........
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