With a deep sigh of dissatisfaction, you step off the lip of the roof and free-fall, feeling the simulated gravity do its work. Your loose jacket flutters apart, and you casually reach over your shoulder to fasten the diagonal zipper. The laurels atop your jet black hair are lost to the wind, doomed to despawn once the system loses interest in rendering their bytes. A new set will appear soon enough, so you pay it no mind.

Rather than letting yourself be dashed against the asphalt in the throes of your despair, you activate your illicit f1oat.app and spread your arms, feeling the air cushion you gently. The red timer ticks down, warning you about how much time you have left before the app terminates. It's more than enough to enjoy a relaxed flight, that takes you over the heads of a group of NPC servitors walking their children. If they see you, they'll have questions about your sources, and that just won't do. You quickly barrel-roll into an alleyway and slide down its grimy walls, plastered with neon graffiti of a grotesque smile.

Your feet hit the ground hard, causing the textures and wireframe to fizzle, but imparting no feeling onto you. As you start heading for the main street, eager to return home, you hear a sudden commotion.

"USER [PRIVACY REDACTION], YOU ARE IN VIOLATION OF THE DIGITAL LIFEFORM CONSERVATION ACT. SURRENDER AT ONCE TO DISCIPLINARY ACTION OR-"