Joey hung onto the cliff’s edge. Hurricane gusts threatened to blow him right off the mountain like a bad sneeze. His hands started to numb as snow and sleet peppered him from three sides. To top it off, a pack of wolves on the ground below howled for his downfall, eager to break the winter doldrums with some entertainment. Joey had enough. He took off the virtual reality headset and directed his voice at the coordinator.
“I’m not totally convinced. I can see the desolate mountainscape, taste the ice and cold frost on my tongue, and hear those damn wolves jeering at me. Even my hands are a bit sore from gripping those controllers. But… I don’t feel my life is in danger or really on the line.”
The coordinator listened and then pointed to a mirror lying on the ground. Joey gasped when he saw his own reflection. The headset was still on his face.