Two years unplugged may have roughened a few of his sleeker edges in the Real, but in here his residual self-image isn't at the mercy of a narrow fabric selection and cultural aversion to excess. If years at war in his own matrix hadn't made sliding into a suit again any more difficult, nothing will; today's is dark and clean-cut, modern enough not to clash with their surroundings while still very much a suit. (Tradition and expectation have their uses, after all.)
As he rounds the room, however, he neatly undermines any illusions of maturity with an exaggerated cluck of disappointment. ]
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Two years unplugged may have roughened a few of his sleeker edges in the Real, but in here his residual self-image isn't at the mercy of a narrow fabric selection and cultural aversion to excess. If years at war in his own matrix hadn't made sliding into a suit again any more difficult, nothing will; today's is dark and clean-cut, modern enough not to clash with their surroundings while still very much a suit. (Tradition and expectation have their uses, after all.)
As he rounds the room, however, he neatly undermines any illusions of maturity with an exaggerated cluck of disappointment. ]
And I thought reality was boring.