Sometimes there’s a ripple in the fabric of the Universe, an eddy in the space-time-continuum. An anomaly which renders all your current thinking obsolete. Tonight a freak wormhole opened up at the Teahouse and for a fleeting moment, an avatar from 2008, complete with bling jewelry and shoes, stood meters from me in all its pre-mesh glory.
How can we be sure this will not happen again? At the Teahouse there is no certainty what will happen.