Nancy leaned in front of the table, trying to get closer to Samuel while he stayed still in his chair. No, it wasn't an interrogation room. It was Samuel's house, Samuel's kitchen, on the counter, along with the chairs.
"Is it even messaging you?" Samuel raised his doubts.
"Shut the fuck up," Nancy said in almost a whisper. "I need to concentrate."
Samuel sat still. They had turned off all the lights at his house. The only light that made them able to see was coming from the curtains, from the last sunny days of the passing autumn. This atmosphere was built to help Nancy 'concentrate' to try to program live.
The chip wasn't giving any further instructions than using the first medium for leveling up, which was vision, even after using the help menu several times to get clues. They tried sitting in the light, outside, and in the dark. Hence, it was time to try something more ambient and pleasing to the eyes.
