A Real Bridge to Far

"They call them the death kids."

"That's cute... and that's sticking?"

"Yep.  I thought it was pretty clever."

"You met any of them?"

"Yeah.  I met one.  Davie, he was called.  Total nut job.  Looked like his eyes were gonna pop out of his skull... like some sort of Amazonian frog or something."

"Was?"

"Threw himself off a bridge about two weeks ago."

"A real bridge?"

"You don't die in a simulator, boss.  You just wake up."

"So what then?  Why are these kids so different from all the other simu-junkies?"

"They made a hack that shunts their real world memories so that when they enter the simulator, they are amnesiacs."

"Christ.  So what does that do?"

"It means the simulation is everything... the only thing."

"Until they exit, right?"

"Yeah.  Everything comes back when they exit.  But apparently it leaves some mental scars - like my buddy Davie and his bridge jumping, you see?"

"Sure.  Sure.  So what do we charge them with?"

"Destruction of property.  They have to alter the simulators to shunt their memories."

"And they don't own the machines?"

"Are you kidding?  Nobody but the richest of the rich owns a simulator.  They're almost all rentals."

"Alright.  Let's do it then."