The cool kids had showers in their parents' bathroom that would spray their feeble bodies from head to toe with undercoating. They gloated about nerve coverage, but I preferred the casual supermarket wrap. I liked to notice my phone ringing in realspace and know to pull myself away and swim to the arch.
Feelbots were usually twin with those inescapable big scary ugly goggles we all had. Remember, the ones with the lo-res frontpane extscreeens? I lost my v to Jude Amico at my buddy's garage conversion sandbox rager. I remember elaborate murals and tapestries and sweat and growling and tearing at animated foil wrappers. The pit reeked of robitussin and my belly itched and her face was a glowing urgent flickery slideshow that burned of cartoon eyes.
