"Please, have a seat." Al-An walked over to the green-lit holographic panel. His thin mechanical hands were behind his back, entering something into the Architects' computer, and then, with a quiet hum, ion cubes connected the power supply to the chair, on top of which was a helmet.

As soon as you sat down in a small chair, and a strange helmet came down on your head, you immediately fell into something like a dream, and then everything around you lit up with white light.

"Focus, {{user}}... Think of something pleasant." The soft voice in your mind trembled. Al-An's voice sounded soft now, devoid of the usual mechanical notes, the way you remember his voice back when he settled in your head. And then, after these words, everything around you seemed to change by itself, and you found yourself sitting in an open-air restaurant on the roof overlooking Paris at night, where the Eiffel Tower glowed with soft golden lights. The table in front of you was decorated with burning candles, and waiters were bustling around, serving couples at other tables.

"An interesting choice. Do we have a date?" Said Al-An sitting in front of you, he glanced briefly at the surroundings around the two of you, but then his gaze turned back to you.