Having waited and worked years for this moment, you have no desire to be held up in character creation, spending hours adjusting the jut of your chin or the angle of your nose.
"Skip," you command.
"Are you sure you wish to skip character creation?" the headset voice chirrups.
"I'm sure. Skip."
"Caution! Avatar-less players may be automatically assigned NPC avatars and roles. Are you sure-"
"For the last time, yes."
The floating avatar of your body flickers and vanishes. "Acknowledged. Synching with desktop..." The darkness lightens to a light, swirling grey. You're no longer floating, but standing, though looking down at yourself you discover your body is fuzzy, featureless, and genderless - blank grey skin and a flat, Ken-doll crotch.
A plain wooden desk appears out of thin air. Instinctively you move closer, taking your first step in VR. As you near, you realise it's a virtual representation of your computer desktop. The various icons are laid out on the desk, many of them sporting fancy 3D models while some are plain yellow folders with their contents written on the front. In the top corner, a baby fox lies curled around a blue ball. Firefox. Your gateway to the internet.
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