A room; the curtains drawn, blocking out the sun.
Soft melodies; floating through the darkness.
A young man; hunched in front of a dim screen.
A PET; a shrouded dark figure enclosed.
A soft knock; opres...
"Trevor, dear, dinner is nearly ready, why don't you come down, hon?"
A pale hand; reaching for the PET. "LanternMan, why do I need to endure this suffering?" Trevor mused.
A brooding reply; "Life is temporary, I will show you the way, but first, the path must be cleared." LanternMan wheezed in reply.
A NetNavi; jacked in.