Brngg. Brngg. Brngg. A familiar sound echoed throughout her apartment. The familiar sound of her doorbell reached her brain. In an instant, her body jolted upward.

"Ah, dammit," Camille muttered under her breath. With a quick movement of her hands, she took off her headset and cast one glance at the clock on the wall. Three PM. Just a couple of hours passed when she normally woke up. It took her a moment to process it.

After some quick contemplation, she now understood what she was woken up for. Ah yes, of course. That was when her delivery came. Scheduled every Monday, she was glad that it was not her landlady or, worse, friend that would be at her door. Nowadays, in the world that she lived in, going outside was barely a necessity. Whether it be food, companionship or happiness, anything could be brought to your doorstep.

So long as you have the money for it, of course. As if contemplating that fact, Camille sighed.

For all technology had advanced, it still required her to get dressed and walk to her door. As unfortunate as it was, some things never changed.

With a final heave of her strength, she got up and walked to her chair. In a room completely devoid of light, she still managed to find her clothes.

And so, following the next logical step, she then put them on.

Something's different... She thought to herself.

Coming to this conclusion, while she slid her arms through her white shirt, she paused. Typically, the transition between the virtual and real-world required some time. Lasting up to a hour, it often resulted in some untimely clumsiness or lack of energy. And yet, that distinct feeling that she had come to accept for the better half of a decade was missing here.

Whether it be the work of her subconscious or some other force, it was nonetheless a well received break from the tedium that was 'gamer nausea'.

Huh, neat. Camille thought to herself, as she put on her pants.

Done with her clothing, she now began her navigation through her dark room. Eventually, she stumbled upon a door handle, and with a push, she opened it to living room.

Dark as her own room and as dark as the rest of the apartment complex, Camille had grown accustomed to it. Given that she had shut off all the lights and drawn all the curtains to a close, Camille was forced to depend on pure habit and muscle memory alone to move. A skills she had long since mastered, Camille managed to reach the door to her apartment without so much as a trip.

Feeling the cold concrete below her feet, she took a deep breath. And after a final moment of reflection, she brought her hand to the door handle. For whatever strange reason she possessed, Camille hesitated to open it. Oddly enough, while her deliverer was from what one could call human, there was still a certain sense of intimacy that bothered her about it. Perhaps it was their cute voice or faintly humanlike tilt of their heads. She wasn't certain. Regardless, with a final muster of her energy, she opened the door.

"Good afternoon, beautiful citizen! I, your trusty courier, have come with your weekly supply of food!"

A distinctly electronic voice rung out. Not disimillar to the sound you would find out of a stuffed animal, Camille tilted her head downward. On the floor just outside her door was a vaguely box-shaped figure on four wheels. With a digital face on its front, it was a delivery droid that even had the ability to make facial expressions.

"Yeah, thanks, mate. I'll be taking that right off ya."

Gently, as to not disturb the poor thing, Camille opened the hatch on its hind compartment. With a lift, she took out the cardboard boxes. Done without so much as requiring a smidgen of strength, it was something most strange. Was it just her imagination or. Were they really just that much lighter than before?

"You uh, didn't miss anything, right?" Camille asked the robot. In response, a confused reaction made possible by digital pixels appeared.

Vague shapes of a humanoid on it's face, two lines of light which were meant to represent eyebrows pushed up then down several times. Then, after a few seconds, a digital smile surfaced.

"Nope! At Biofoods CORP, we make sure that every sing-".

Before it could finish, she shut the door behind her. Dammit, she might've been a reclused gamer, but there was no way in hell she would hear any one of those corporate jingles. A distinct sensation of anger in her heart, she tried to take her mind off it. Without so much as a wasted second, she set her boxes on her dining table and sat down. Tracing her fingers along with the box, she found the small space which she was supposed to open. And with one tug, ripped it in two. Straight down the middle, the whole box was now in fact two halves.

With as much ease as one would tear a piece of paper, she felt her body tense.

Okay. She may have been dense sometimes, but even Camille knew herself that something was wrong.

Whether it be the nanomachines in the water or some kind of muscle-altering ailment, she was uncertain. All she knew was that nothing added up. Not only was she getting progressively stronger, but her overall condition had improved along with it. Gone was the fatigue, and gone was even the hunger that should have rumbled from her belly. As far as she was considered, she had never felt better. Unable to understand, a faint wish emerged in the crevice of her being. A wish to comprehend and to truly know what exactly was happening, her soul answered.

It was like a flash of lightning. A brilliant square of blue and white, it levitated in the air before her.

"Ayo, what the fuck."