Jack of Harts

I never really questioned what was possible when I was young. Why I lived on this idyllic lakeshore property large enough that we couldn’t see all of it from the house. It was simply home. And I never questioned why my personal computer was powerful enough to render buildings in real life and run dozens of fully functioning AIs with hardlight avatars at once. I could do anything I wanted to do. I just had to make it myself. That was dad’s one requirement. I helped build Tai’s house and the marine service station. I never asked about zoning laws or business licenses or anything like that. Dad would be there, help me make it, and that was it. No inspectors ever showed up to tell him we couldn’t do that. I thought it was because we lived in the country.