"Now this. This is getting a little more familiar."

So there was no real electricity. Or heat. Or many of those things pretty conducive to organic life. There was still the leftovers. Tasty, crispy, not at all grey goop like left overs. And a fire to sit cross-legged next to while he munched on them, more or less contently wrapped in a blanket. True, this had to be one of the stranger programs he'd ended up connected to, but that was life for you. If the matrix was easy they'd all be free already.

At least he still had his hat to keep him warm.