"Here," she said, "suck on this..." and one of the breasts slid into the subliminal breakpoint of the Immersurround(TM) interface so that Golam was now experiencing what he thought was a kind of virtual suffocation, a feeling of numbness taking over his mind like smoking hash in Marseilles, knowing how the lightness his body was now becoming transmuted his so-called self into a physiognomically dispersed apparition of Digital Being even as he realized the sureness of its navigational precision...