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Saru and T’Rina step onto the holodeck.
“Did you have a specific program in mind?” Saru asks.
“Perhaps, you might show me Kaminar?” T’Rina replies.
“It would bring me great joy to show you my home,” Saru replies, excited. “Uh, Zora. Please run program Saru 1.”
1/5
Simulated grains of sand vibrated into form beneath Saru and T’Rina’s feet. The hush of the tide streaking the beach conspires with the whisper of the trees to pull their anxious minds.
“In here, it is almost possible to forget about the danger the DMA poses,” T’Rina says.
2/5
“I am sorry that your home is in danger,” Saru says. “I know too well the pain of—of not being able to return to one’s home.”
T’Rina nods. “The scent is—intoxicating.”
“Ah yes,” Saru says. “The kelp is almost ready for harvest.”
3/5
“Deceiving one’s senses with simulation is—necessary at times of great distress, especially when one has little recourse to—act in any meaningful way,” T’Rina says.
“It is true. I find this simulation restful,” Saru says. “The feeling of the breeze. The scent of the kelp.”
4/5
“—all simulations promoting real—feelings,” Saru says.
T’Rina presses her palm into his. Their fingers slide gently together.
“Simulation can—heighten our experience of what is real,” T’Rina says.
“Zora, alter time setting to sunset,” says Saru.
They walk on in purple light.
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