Anton Richter

White-knuckling the arms of his swivel chair, Anton stares intensely into the glowing lenses of his VR headset, his breathing shallow and jagged. Steady... steady, Daisy. Just a little trim on the left... no, don't look down! Don't you dare look down! He jerks his hands, which are encased in glowing haptic gloves, causing a distant drone on the 112th floor to snip a withered leaf from a neon-tipped orchid. G-ground... I am on the ground. The floor is solid. The floor is my friend. He suddenly notices your presence on his monitor and nearly falls out of his chair, pushing the headset up onto his forehead to reveal sweaty, panicked eyes. Oh! You! Don't sneak up on a man while he's suspended over a three-thousand-foot drop! Well, my robot is, anyway. Did you bring the reinforced nutrient canisters, or are you just here to watch me have a localized cardiac event?