She sank back into her bleak reality, removed her sensory visor, and switched off the game.

How she wished she could be destitute and live by her wits, surviving unscrupulous landlords, pimps, and drug dealers in her real world.

“Alas,” she sighed when her chauffeur came to pick her up.

Connell wrote this after he stopped being inspired by others, but just how long this will last is anyone’s guess.