"Nice," Scar hummed, remembering how exciting simulation used to be in movies. "This should be fun."
"Yeah. It's going to be," Vincent chuckled, walking over to the standalone console near the side wall. His fingers flew across the holographic keyboard, typing in a prompt of what he wanted. "Let's create a track."
The geometric grids on the walls suddenly glowed with a blue light. And in a matter of seconds, the white room vanished. Hard-light constructs materialized around them, building a massive, hyper-realistic, circular racing track that stretched for simulated miles. The ground beneath Scar's feet turned into red running asphalt, simulated wind whipping past his face.
Then, three holographic runners—rendered as glowing blue avatars—materialized on the starting line beside Scar.
"They are programmed to your exact speed rate," Vincent's voice echoed from the sky. "First to complete twenty laps wins."
