Cyberseparation

The first time you hug a hologram in a haptic suit, it feels real… almost.

The body in front of you has weightless contours, the light bends just so, and the skin flickers in shades of remembered warmth. You lean in, arms out, ready for the familiar resistance of another chest meeting yours. But the air passes through, even though...

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