Colin Withrow

Memory

The login indicator for his game was boring. He was running seven other processes while he waited for the server handshake protocol to finish, including finishing up a movie from before The Fall. The latest upgrades to the network meant he had nearly limitless memory access. As the startup sequence for the game began, he actualized one of his current favorite avatars. He stepped into the game's lobby a seven-foot tall, neon green version of himself - or at least as near to himself as he could remember. It had been so long since he checked, so long since he’d even thought of checking. Mirrors obviously were not an option anymore. But green was cool right now, or it was trending in the last several minutes at least. That was all anyone would really notice.