Jake stumbled as he adjusted to his new surroundings. For a moment, the whole 'world' was bathed in a blue glow, as if the fabricated Armani sunglasses which he was wearing were tinted as such.<br/>Suddenly, an invisible voice piped up overhead - it was his technician friend, Mark from Virtuex. The two had first met in college, where they both studied Computer Science. Their specialist field was none other than the flowering industry that had taken much of the world by storm - Virtual Reality Simulation, or VRS. Mark was employed by Virtuex in a sort of supervisory role, whereby he watched clients' vital signs and made sure that their virtual experience was running smoothly. On the other hand, Jake had been unemployed following graduation, a status he swore was only temporary, for if this particular  self-designed simulation went according to plan, then he was certain that he'd have a niche of the VRS market cornered - that is, the corner marked 'Adults Only'.<br/><br/>"Sorry, I'm just adjusting some of the light settings," chimed Mark. Sure enough, the blue hue of the world turned violet, then a very distinct crimson, and indeed, most of the colours of the spectrum were siphoned through, before finally Mark settled on the right blend.<br/><br/>"Nice" replied Jake from the virtual world, impressed. Before him, he could see the arrivals lounge of London Heathrow. He'd kept the program simple, so that there were as few people as possible in the simulation, and thus, fewer possibilities for bugs to emerge within the program.<br/>He glanced down his body, smiling to see that he was clad from head to toe in his own custom suit, the navy blue of the fabric looking rather stunning, his leather shoes shining in the virtual daylight which shone through the windows of the airport.<br/><br/>"Listen, knowing the nature of this Sim, I'm gonna tune out and just watch your signs. Just promise me that if it works, you'll let me have a turn later and you'll put me on the board of directors of your VirtuaPorn company" joked Mark's disembodied voice.<br/><br/>"Deal," said Jake. He knew that he owed his friend a lot. Designing VRS was one thing, but experiencing it was entirely a more expensive ball game. His old college was less than interested in promoting the content of such simulations, and so, in his hour of need, Mark had let Jake come in after hours to test his simulation in where he worked. It had been a serious risk.<br/><br/>Jake took a step forward, hearing the sound of his own footstep echo through the empty lounge. He began walking towards the exit, when suddenly, one of the few other characters which he had placed in this world approached him. Namely, his driver, whom he had constructed so as to look and sound exactly like Michael Caine.<em>I am Bruce Wayne,</em>thought Jake to himself as he approached the smiling, silver-haired gentleman.<br/><br/>"Afternoon Alfred," he said, greeting his virtual servant.<br/><br/>"And to you, Mr. Lloyd sir" replied Alfred, his well-educated yet slight cockney tone an exact replica. Jake secretly congratulated himself on making such a good copy of what would be his ideal butler.<br/><br/>"The car is waiting for you outside," said Alfred, and with that, he gestured for Jake to follow.<br/>He led him out into the London sunlight. Jake had thought it too much of a gamble to attempt to design realistic rain, and so settled for the weather everyone in London dreamed of having all year round.<br/>Alfred held open the back door to the vintage limousine. Jake smiled, for although it seemed quaint and relatively small in size from the outside, Jake had designed it to be rather spacious, as the situation required.<br/><br/>"Your . . . 'entertainment' awaits you sir" said the smiling driver, as Jake ducked his head and quickly snuck inside.