The screen went black.
"You passed the empathy test," the older Megan said. "And empathy is the rarest component in this machine." darkroomvr - megan murkovski - nerds reward
Megan, seventeen, with a constellation of acne on her forehead and a Star Trek: The Next Generation technical manual permanently tucked in her back pocket, craved it more than air. The jocks at school called her "Murky-ski" and shoved her into lockers. The popular girls whispered about her "weird smell" (solder and stress). But here, in the phosphor glow, she was Murk , the architect. She’d reverse-engineered the first three layers of DarkroomVR when she was fifteen. The screen went black
Megan’s throat constricted. She tried to type. Who are you? in the phosphor glow
