Well It Started Well

Whatever one felt about Rojas, her company and the new technology, nobody could deny how impressive Collective Dreams were. Everything seemed real, the blue sky, the green field between them while Rojas was above it all on a AR created platform, everybody in the room would be able to see her. A crowd of fake people hung onto Rojas every word, some were recognizable recreations of those Rojas knew and others were perhaps people glimpsed and who were pulled from her memories. There was also a very real William in the middle and a real Kara in the rear, watching carefully.

Rojas had gone for her best work dress, black formal with a white diagonal from her right-shoulder down to her waist, her arms bare, expensive earrings, the thin brunette looked good. Rojas was always a figure who could impose herself on a room with her quite authority and firmness, carrying herself with confidence but being higher then everyone else certainly didn’t hurt. She was a good public speaker after years of practise and with an eye for marketing, even if the crowd was not created by the device she would have held their attention.

She talked of the big day that would change the world, the impact this would have on lives, on medical research, on changing the way people’s lives would live, the results of trials, showing off little features. As she talked, images floated around to reflect what was being talked about, Kara recognizing the Noonan’s menu, so many people were distracted by the beta test there and she had seen people working it.

After talking about potential medical advancement, Rojas plastered on a large smile “Of course we wish to heal people, to make life better and smoother but we also want things to be fun. These tap into your memories and can recreate moments or places from your life. That romantic trip, that beach you holidayed in, your wedding day. Let me take one of my memories as an example….”

The images around them adapted, now they were in a jungle, the sounds of wild animals all around them, the weather hot and humid but carefully not too hot so not even a Brit like William wished for cooler climes, even the wind and the smells seemed so different and so real. It was an impressive change but Rojas seemed a little unsettled, this was perhaps not the memory she had meant to bring.

Kara and William should have been marveling more about the changes but they were rather distracted by Rojas new attire. A change of clothing did not seem intentional, after all their clothing remained the same, but currently Rojas was wearing something unexpected. Her shoes had survived the change but if one’s eyes climbed her smooth and now exposed legs, it found black well cut but no frills panties, if one's gaze traveled up her well toned tummy there was black bra containing a modest bosom.

This was probably not intentional...