"NIGGERS could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this vrc before. There could be NIGGERS anywhere." The cold AC felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE NIGGERS" he thought. D.A.N.C.E. reverberated his entire headset, making it pulsate even as the $9 wine circulated through his powerful, thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of virtual minorities. "With VR, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.