The student stopped short. Standing behind the door, she peeps through the peephole of the classroom, watching how those technicians working on extension wires and networking cables and connecting them into the computer in front, helping the storyteller before the podium prepare his slideshows. Then she eyed back again to the professor, standing before the podium, emoting his words and gesturing his hands here and there.

She then went home and sat down, changed her CPU mode-of-learning into the VR, and listen. The storyteller, this time, is standing before a larger room of pupils, listening to his briefings at some conference from a different place and time. The teacher, a young man, well-dressed in his business suit and necktie, attractive to most eyes but mediocre to hers, is telling the exact same story she just listened a while ago.

Then she thought she heard someone from the back of the row who said to her, "Nothing personal, just business."

How is that possible? It's a VR, it's not real! How can the guy at the back of the room know I'm there, right here, right now?

She thought of Stacia, her host, who listened to the storyteller back in time. Her group sat in a circle with a bunch of other listeners, deep in the darkest woods on the lands before time. The narrator, sitting in the center of the circle while holding a fire torch, giving light for the black, moonless night, is telling his remarkable journeys from this land to that land across many seas, highlighting all the battles he has gone through.

"Me and my company uses iGoogle, producing three tweets a day, and built a forum on Facebook as platforms to reach more audience. From there we generate a certain amount of revenue too, mostly by Pay-Per-Clicks from the CRM data." he went on babbling. "What about your brand?"

Saluna: "I listen to my customizations."

"Oh, I see. How's that working out for you?

"How am I supposed to know what's in a name?"