Reality_(0)

I swear on everything, how many times do I need to put my information in, just to confirm I want to do this trip? I’ve only saved the last 3 and a half years. I’ve dreamed of this for years since the first time I watched the infomercial that highlighted the perks and destinations that this incredible voyage would venture and offer. I was ready for this journey right now. But confirming my info and payment with my retina, I’d still have 18 months to pack.
Soon as the payment was confirmed my inbox chimed and I pursued the confirmation number that was promised to me. I clicked the new message titled Moonlight Mariner. I spun my chair to gaze upon the hologram that was centered in the room. The excitement was overflowing as I watched the translucent picture come to life before my eyes.
“Hello Justice Cooper, I am Cynthia. I will be your personal host as we prepare to embark on your amazing journey aboard the Moonlight Mariner. I’d like to first thank you for choosing Moonlight. We specialize in making your travel dreams a reality. Based on our questionnaire, in which you filled out as well as a quick scan of your interest in your histories as well as your frequent spending habits. I have been able to comprise a catalogue of several excursions I’m sure you will love.”

“Wow.” I was completely elated.
“Wow, indeed Mr. Cooper. Or do you prefer Justice?
“Oh, ummm… well Justice is fine I suppose.” I was astounded, I mean I had heard about interactive holograms, but never had I encountered one. I was in utter awe to say the least. “Your name is Crystal correct?”
“No sir, my name is Cynthia.”
“Apologies, I am not good with names.”
“No worries Justice I’m sure we will become acquainted over the next several months.”
I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant but I was excited nonetheless. The excitement was almost overwhelming. I mean I knew what I had signed up for but I couldn’t imagine I’d have my own personal hologram delivered right here in my very own living quarters. Desmond wouldn’t believe me if I told him. Hell, he’d probably shun me. He thought I was completely crazy for even wanting to take the voyage. But guess who gave zero fucks about what Desmond thought of my desire to take the trip. That’s right, Me.