No place like the place you've never left [Open]
For an AI who had never been able to choose where he went before, the Sensoriums were mildly addicting, and Adrastos was finally getting used to being able to touch things, both feeling them and having the things in them react to him.
This time he was actually creating a scene of his own. Of all the places in the world, he had picked one he was familiar with: the FBI offices he and his brothers had been moved to after their father had been arrested. Now he was exploring it fully, and though he knew it wasn't an exact replica--he had never known what most of the papers in the room said, for example--it didn't seem to matter to him.
This time he was actually creating a scene of his own. Of all the places in the world, he had picked one he was familiar with: the FBI offices he and his brothers had been moved to after their father had been arrested. Now he was exploring it fully, and though he knew it wasn't an exact replica--he had never known what most of the papers in the room said, for example--it didn't seem to matter to him.