Selina Gelvin stood quietly before the fireplace, lantern in hand, a gentle, amiable smile on her face. A faint white halo drifted from the outline of her figure, slightly translucent where it connected with her body—this was not a problem with her control over her Psychological Projection, but a deliberate marker so that people in the real world could distinguish the boundaries of the illusion before them.
After the formal promulgation of the "Interim Measures for the Administration of Neural Network and Derivative Technologies," "unless an application has been submitted in advance, network residents using Psychological Projections to operate in the material world must proactively mark the scope of their projections, so as to avoid affecting the lives of material-world residents or interfering with law enforcement judgment" had become an official law. Selina Gelvin herself had been one of the drafters of that law. She strictly followed the rules, as did the other former Sleeper priests, senior Neural Network Technical Personnel, and members of the Immortal Association who were subject to the same regulations.
These people were officially called "network residents," but Patty had also heard that the great His Majesty Gawain Cecil had given those who could live in the network long-term, or had even uploaded their souls into it, another exceedingly strange name—His Majesty called them "cyber residents"... She had no idea what that strange word meant.
It sounded just as headache-inducing, hair-pulling, and baldness-causing to scholars as "Magic Capacitor."
With strange thoughts surfacing in her mind, Patty smiled happily. She reached for the handrail beside the Immersion Pod, her somewhat slender arm still marked by mottled, uneven scars. The regenerated muscle groups, surgically implanted active bones, and bundles of Artificial Nerves all began working together, allowing her to grip the silver-white alloy with some difficulty and slowly