When the lines between virtual reality and real life blur, who’s the player and who’s the played? Beware the singularity.
“They’re here.”
Gudrod stood at the prow of the Scavenger, one hand resting against the masthead as his thick black cloak rippled against the wind. He watched as a small group of men on the distant snow swept shore dismounted their horses. Around a dozen warriors, tall to a man and clad in heavy fur pelts, handed the reigns of their horses to their thralls and made their way down to a small wooden jetty.
Twisting around, Gudrod stole a glance . . .
