<div class="floatright">(http://i783.photobucket.com/albums/yy113/Automatic_PWNage/Random%20Anime/elf_girl.jpg)</div><br/>Lace shot from node to node towards the address Smiley had given her after their last run together.  Moving this way was just as fast as moving through the astral, yet it was<em>drasticly</em>more crowded.  The wild world of Virtual Reality was discomfiting to her, though not as much so to some with arcane gifts.  It just seemed to all happen too fast!<br/>When she entered the Have A Nice Day Cafe, the historian in her couldn't help but cross reference the concept with social networking nodes from earlier incarnations of the matrix.  Right from the beginning, the internet had a way of liberating people from social hangups like begin too shy or ashamed to talk to people, too prudish for a little healthy sexual exploration.<br/>Though a virgin, she wasn't exactly a prude with her meat realm Gothic corsets and low neck lines.  She was, however, bookish, busy, and a late bloomer, leaving her much less experienced in the social arenas than most girls her age.<br/>'Dressed' currently in an elven icon with a bit more bosom than she had to display IRL, and with a slightly lower neckline than she usually favored, she really felt somewhat tame in her colorful, full length gown.  She decided to dismiss that idea when she spotted the icons of her co-workers, a band of runners that she hoped to establish statuses like friend and partner with.  Eyes drifting across the rest of the crowd as she crossed to the table, she paused for an awkward moment before sitting down at the table.  "You know, I was just thinking.  Since the earlies days of the internet, information overload has been an operative theme.  But it's only since the time of true VR that we've deliberately added programs with no other function than to take up space."<br/>She smiled ruefully and looked around, identifying her coworkers sometimes by the data they broadcast rather than recognition of their icons.  "Sorry, what did I miss?"