The truest measurement of their speed was the way the messages from back home began to speed up. They were still receiving data that was already years old, but they began to move fast enough that the gap between the transmissions was reduced to half a day, and then a quarter.
Time with the game capable systems, that Rafaela and Brendan had used to speak privately, was strictly scheduled at first. Basically the two VR capable systems never had time to shut down. It wasn't that anyone was spending excessive time within them, it was simply that everyone was currently in the mood to use whatever time they could get.
Rafaela asked her father uncertainly, as he checked his own status in the queue, "I don't really ever remember you playing games like this?"
Corso shrugged. "I played more before I started my own company, but there isn't much else to do right now. You are playing more than I recall too. Did the girls finally talk you into trying out their games?"
If you're paying to read this, happy first day of December! If not.. Merry Christmas!?
I stopped adding notes about my health for a few chapters. I'm finishing writing this the day before Thanksgiving in the US, and I'm just kind of out of appreciation. I'm still alive! I'm in no immediate danger! I'll be talking to my Neurosurgeon again at the beginning of 2022. I hope that My caregivers aren't feeling that I'm an endless source of trouble.
Thank you for continuing to read this tangled tale.