Chapter . Virtual Work
The sun was setting off to my right, the ocean was whispering its repetitive secret off to my left, and I was finding new ways to weave together pixels, listening to music, having a cup of coffee, and enjoying my morning. It was actually evening in Second Life, morning in real life, and I was starting to lose track of my health. But it was okay; in the virtual world I was making a funky little chair, a woven-wood sort of sitter that had been commissioned by a distributor who specialized in ancient-style interior decoration. It would then be sold by a retailer in a shop on a nearby island for about US$0.40. Of course, people could also buy the same piece of furniture—the same software for it, I mean, as it was just an entry ...
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