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off… the window, I mean. It’s not real, it’s just a viewer.”
    “That would be great,” Graham replied politely.
    Arielle noticed that Graham was actually behaving quite well in front of the subject.
    “A viewer?” Hanna wondered.
    “Yes. We handle communicable diseases here in our research, so we’re not allowed to have real windows within the secondary quarantine zone. I can put anything you like on it.”
    “Setting it to the same pattern as the wallpaper will be fine, Doctor,” Graham instructed, as he brought his control pad around so that it hung in front of him at his waist. He pressed a button, and eight small orbs popped up out of the top of his wheeled case, rising up into the air and spreading out, taking up positions around the office at geometrically precise points, above, even with, and below Doctor Benarro’s and Hanna’s lines of sight. He tied his own visual space into the vid-kit’s image output in order to see the final product of the full immersion recording he was about to create. He looked about the room, fading the immersion feed from the vid-kit’s image output in and out several times, comparing what he saw with his own eyes with what the full immersion recording processors were recreating for him. After a few adjustments, he was satisfied. “Wanna peek?” he asked Arielle as his mind commanded the view from the vid-kit to shrink to a small square in the upper right corner of his personal visual space.
    “Why not?” Arielle replied, trying to appear somewhat disinterested. The truth was, neither she nor Hanna had ever had the opportunity to compare a full immersion shot to the real thing, and in real time.
    An incoming FI feed alert flashed in Arielle’s visual space. She commanded the communication circuits in her neuro-digital implant to accept the incoming feed and the image faded into view, replacing what her eyes were seeing. “Whoa,” she said, more shocked by the quality than she had expected. “Other than a slight shift to the left, I don’t know that I could tell the difference.”
    “Move half a meter to your left,” Graham instructed, “then take your image capacity down to about forty percent and turn right a touch to line up.”
    Arielle followed Graham’s instructions moving left and turning her head until she could no longer distinguish between what her eyes were seeing and what the full immersion system was showing her. “I think I got it,” she announced. She began fading back and forth between the FI feed and her natural eyesight. “Wow,” she whispered.
    Graham smiled. “Pretty freaky, huh?”
    “Very,” Arielle agreed. She looked at Graham. “You’re pretty good with this stuff.”
    “It’s all in how you arrange your balls, baby.”
    “So, after the introduction, I thought we would start with you giving us a bit of background about the Klaria virus,” Hanna began, trying to distract the doctor from the exchange between her producer and their new videographer. “After that, I’ll start asking more detailed questions about the virus, how it’s spread, it’s mortality rate… the usual stuff. I imagine you’ve done this kind of thing dozens of times, right?”
    “A few,” the doctor agreed.
    “Okay, whenever you two are ready,” Hanna announced.
    “Right,” Graham replied. “Just a second.”
    Arielle stepped aside, moving back behind Graham so as to remain out of the shot as much as possible. The FI processing algorithms would remove her and Graham from the final images, as well as the orbs and any shadows they cast. The further away she was, the easier it would be for the system to fill in the space that she had occupied.
    Three of the orbs left their positions and flew about the perimeter of the room, recording the images of all the walls and decor in order to provide the software with enough data to fill in what it needed later. Once the three orbs returned to their positions, Graham started recording. “We’re hot,” he