A grim tale of a future in which everyone is desperate to escape reality, and a hero who wants to have his wine and drink it, too.
The telovis, of a stereoscopic nature, seemingly brought the performers with all their tinsel and color directly into the room of the watcher.
Hyrel had no way of seeing into the plastic affair she wore, but he guessed from the expression on the lower half of her face that she was watching one of the newer black-market sex-operas. In any event, there would be no sound, movement, or sign of life from her for the next three hours. To break the thread of the play for even a moment would ruin all the previous emotional build-up.
There had been a time when he hated her for those long and silent evenings, lonely hours during which he was completely ignored. It was different now, however, for those hours furnished him with time for an escape of his own.
His lips curled into a tight smile and his right hand fondled the unobtrusive switch beneath his trouser leg. He did not press the switch. He would wait a few minutes
An unhappy husband spends his evenings teleported at a nightclub for teleporters. The problem when no one is who they seem is that sometimes they are someone whom they don't seem.
A pretty good story, but I saw the ending coming.
Nice sci-fi short story. Teleports suits, alternate reality, drama between a couple. Really short, but not much background on the characters, but enough details in the sci-fi gadgets and enviroment.