It had been a long drive.
We sat parked below the monolithic ETHO signboard delineating the border between the city limits and the Metaversal Highway. The hypnotic whirling of propellers was a welcome change from the numbing monotony of highway ad-space trying to sell us dubious digital land which we would be unlikely to sell-on for a profit this side of 2030.
Further up the highway and beyond the neon lights a particularly ominous looking GAS toll blockaded the flow of traffic entering the digital city. I lifted my eyes towards the board and sneaked a glance at the price of GAS. 'Astronomical!' 'Oof!' 'Cringe.' echoed throughout the car. Happenings elsewhere in the Metaverse were obvi...