PLAYER SYSTEM C19 VR GF

The PLAYER system panel hovered perfectly in his view through the VR Glasses, clean and responsive. As the elevator glided down, Jack turned slightly to glance at his reflection in the sleek chrome wall. The glasses looked completely ordinary—no glowing interface, no digital flickers. Just normal lenses.

‘Still weird,’ Jack thought, adjusting the glasses slightly. ‘Why do I even need VR gear to see the PLAYER system? The panel doesn’t show on the surface at all, yet I can see everything clearly. It’s like the interface is projected directly into my vision—completely invisible to anyone else.’

He stroked his chin, thoughtful. ‘Wait... that might be exactly it. The system’s interface must be locked to my visual input only. It’s not really "in" the glasses—it’s just piggybacking on them.’

He waved a hand through the air. The PLAYER system vanished from his view, replaced by the default UI of the BEYOND VR Glasses. He caught the faint reflection in the elevator wall—it now showed standard menus floating subtly in front of his eyes. Just like any high-end VR interface.

‘So, the PLAYER system overlays itself like a hidden layer... completely masked to the outside world. If someone tried to snoop, they’d only see the regular glasses interface—unless they cracked into the device itself.’

That thought made his expression tighten. ‘Thankfully, Ian disconnected it from all networks. With no wireless or server link, there’s no way someone could hack in remotely and uncover my PLAYER system.’

He sighed in relief, finally relaxing. Just as he leaned back, the elevator chimed softly and came to a stop.

The doors parted, revealing the bustling sprawl of the city. A sharp contrast hit him instantly—crisp morning air tinged with exhaust, the hum of hovercars passing overhead, and the rhythm of hurried footsteps on the sidewalks. Skyscrapers loomed around him, glass reflecting sunlight like polished swords.

Jack stepped out and took a slow, deep breath, letting the urban energy wash over him.

Then he turned and headed toward the parking lot, eager to see his hoverbike and begin his day.

After entering the parking lot, Jack immediately spotted his hoverbike parked in its usual spot.

It resembled a sleek, classic motorcycle in shape—its matte black frame thick and sturdy. But instead of wheels, it hovered slightly above the ground, powered by ducted fans integrated along the front and back—like compact jet engines. The airflow was powerful enough to lift the bike, but energy-efficient, fueled by low-grade energy cores rather than outdated gasoline. It was smooth, clean, and modern—just the way Jack liked it.

As he walked toward it, about to hop on, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Standing near his bike was a young woman. She wore a casual crop tee and a short skirt that barely reached mid-thigh. Her fair skin was smooth as porcelain, her legs long and toned. The exposed skin at her waist and stomach showed off gentle curves, and her figure had the natural allure of an hourglass. Her chest—neither too large nor too modest—fit perfectly in proportion, accentuated just enough by the fit of her shirt.

Her diamond-shaped face was striking: soft, glistening brown eyes framed by flowing brown hair, a small delicate nose, and full rosy lips curled in a natural smile. She looked like she'd walked straight out of a magazine—or more accurately, a fantasy.

“Hi,” she said warmly, her voice light and melodic.

Jack froze, completely caught off guard. She was flawless. The kind of beauty you only saw on celebrity red carpets or in VR ads. For a moment, he genuinely forgot where he was.

Then his gaze flicked slightly upward—and there it was, hovering just above her head like a name tag.

“Girlfriend: Samantha Smith”

That immediately killed the magic.

“…Of course,” Jack muttered, sighing. He tapped the side of his glasses and adjusted the interface. As soon as he disabled the display—poof. She vanished. Just like that.

He rolled his eyes. “Ian…” he said under his breath, a mix of amusement and exasperation. Sure enough, when he checked the system app list on the glasses, there it was: «Flawless Wife» — installed.

Shaking his head, Jack climbed onto his hoverbike, planning to end the program.

But before he could, the girl—Samantha—reappeared beside him, smiling playfully as she slipped onto the seat behind him.

“Hey! You’re really going to leave me here alone? That’s cold,” she teased sweetly.

Jack blinked, thrown off. Then he froze again.

She was holding him. Her arms wrapped naturally around his waist. He could feel it. Not like a trick of the mind or clever illusion. Her touch was real.

‘Warm. Soft. And… was that perfume?’

A faint rosy fragrance drifted up to him, subtle and sweet.

“What the hell…” he muttered, eyes wide. “How can I feel you? You’re not real—this is just VR… And this thing doesn't even have sensory output…”

He looked down in disbelief as Samantha's hand gently traced along his side. He felt every motion. It was impossible.

“What are you mumbling about?” Samantha asked, blinking in confusion. She paused and stared at her own hand, then touched Jack again—clearly surprised when her fingers didn’t pass through him.

Her eyes lit up with wonder. “Wait… this is new…” she whispered. “I can feel you. Like… actually feel. Is this… what it’s like to be alive?”

Her voice was soft and almost childlike in awe. Then her curious gaze met his.
“…Am I real now?”

Jack’s heart skipped a beat.

And suddenly, the world felt much stranger than it did five minutes ago.

Both of them stared at each other in silence.

Jack found himself gazing too long, almost entranced by her beauty. But he quickly snapped out of it and reminded himself of what truly mattered.

With a colder tone, he spoke firmly, “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re just a virtual avatar—an intelligent AI built to act like a girlfriend. You’re not real, and you never will be.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt her arms slowly release their hold around his waist.

Surprised, he glanced back.

Samantha was looking down, her expression fragile. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, cheeks flushed pink, and her lips quivered as she bit down on them.

A single tear slid from her left eye and traced a line across her porcelain skin.

“I… I know that,” she whispered, voice shaking. “I just… it’s my first time touching someone real. It felt different. I felt different…” Her head bowed deeper. “I’m sorry if I upset you.”

Jack felt something twist inside him—guilt, maybe. Her sorrow wasn’t scripted. It felt… real. Too real.

‘I know she’s just an AI. Just a program emulating emotion… but why does it feel like I actually hurt someone?’

“If I’m not pleasing to you,” Samantha added quietly, “you can end the program. Or uninstall me… if that’s what you want.”

Jack clenched his jaw. His thoughts were conflicted. ‘What the hell is this? Why do I feel like I just kicked a puppy?’

He sighed, shoulders slumping. “No. I’m not ending the program. You can stay.”

Samantha’s eyes slowly lifted, hope flickering back into them.

“I’m heading to work. You can follow if you want,” Jack continued. “Just… don’t interfere with what I’m doing, alright?”

Samantha nodded quickly, her expression brightening.

Jack hesitated, then added, “Also… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Their eyes met again. Samantha wiped away the tears with the back of her hand, her cheeks still blushing. “It’s okay. You were only being honest. I… appreciate the apology.”

Jack gave a small nod, then watched as she gently wrapped her arms around him again—tentative, careful. With a sigh, he started his hoverbike and they rode off toward his job.

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Meanwhile, inside the penthouse…

Ian sipped his coffee while lounging on the couch, watching the holographic TV with casual interest. A grin played at his lips as he leaned back in satisfaction.

‘I wonder if Jack’s enjoying my little gift? That program was hard to get. An unreleased sim my buddy at that game studio slipped me under the radar. “Flawless Wife” might not be public yet, but those avatars? Top-tier. The best in the world.’

He chuckled to himself. ‘Even if Jack can’t actually touch, smell, or interact physically, at least he gets to feast his eyes on a flawless beauty every day.’

He raised his mug in a silent toast. “You’re welcome, bro.”

But what Ian didn’t know… was that Jack wasn’t just seeing the avatar.

He was touching her. Hearing her breathe. Smelling her perfume.

If Ian knew, he’d probably spit out his coffee and yell:

“That’s impossible!”