Chapter 3: The Age of Elsewhere

'Twas not long before, in the interest of innovation, we sent brave cadets into space.

Out there, amidst the stars, rendered delusional by grandeur, it almost seemed as if our very existence in Second Life was pathetically insignificant by comparison.

Oh, how the heavens can drive one to heresy.

Meanwhile, back on terra virtua, those at home entertained visitors from an alien place: the real world.

We welcomed them with open arms (and legs).

Their terrestrial politics were strange, to say the least, but we nevertheless did our level best to take part in the process.

We encouraged their economic involvement... long as a few cultural changes were made.

But even the most awful alien intrusion couldn't prepare us for the horror that was to come.

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