Imagine being a facebook employee in that metaverse and having to be all like "damn, Mark Zuckerberg, you fuckin' fine, all brilliant with your tight avatar and horrific lack of legs. I would totally use this product, both professionally and personally." when all he really wants to do is see his family in real life. Like seriously imagine having to be a facebook employee and not only wear that headset while Mark Zuckerberg flaunts his disgusting body in front of you, the 3D model barely concealing his empty gaze and featureless face, and just sit there, take after take, hour after hour, while he perfected his gestures. Not only having to tolerate his monstrous fucking visage but his haughty attitude as everyone in the company tells him he's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, ZUCK DID IT AGAIN?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch his robotic fucking android face contort into types of emotionless stares you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of bonuses and promotions and later questionable business decisions for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in a Bay Area suburb. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on his pruny fingers as he waves it out to gesture suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in his "visionary (for that is what he calls himself)" genius, the genius he worked so hard for with 3D modelers in the previous months. And then the director calls for another take, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before the facebook security could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're getting payed really well. You're not going to lose your future stock options over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.