Also, I presume you mean frozen CO2 going from solid to gas, and not liquid?

“Obviously green as then. So we’ll start with the basics and the nursery section, that can be done here. Lie back, close your eyes and accept the incoming link.”

Slade was in the centre of a large dojo extremely similar to one he had seen in a movie. The difference being that instead of a large Afroamerican man there was a rather slimmer woman dressed in a white and green silk costume. The miniskirt was short enough to show the legs off to perfection and had almost his entire attention. He certainly had seen the body before, although that was in the Goromar system and being worn by an adult IKal clone. “Is this a fighting lesson?”

“You mean like?” Phelps considered, “if you wish. Try to attack me.”

Slade took up his stance and slid closer, then kicked. Had he been trying just a little less he might have stopped himself before his leg went right through the body and  landed beyond. The response was a fist to the gonads, he collapsed in agony. “I think that lesson one is not to overextend yourself.” Laguna walked away from him nonchalantly. “Well? Is that the best you can do?”

The pain had died away suddenly, he got up and walked towards her back, careful cat like steps. Finally he launched a blistering set of punches to her kidneys. Laguna just stood there, then, when he had stopped, she turned. “Person who live in glass house should not throw stones, person in 3D environment where other person has total control should beware of cheating.”

Her finger flick seemed, initially at least, to be innefective. He starred at her puzzled then an invisible wall hit him. His body flew, bounced off the far wall and traveled all the way back to her. As he arrived Phelps wafted her hand up wards, he hit the ceiling, then collapsed on the floor.

Slowly he struggled to sitting position, “so how am I supposed to win?” His voice sounded strange, as if his nose was broken. It certainly felt that way. “This is entirely unfair.”

“Well it would be, I have total control, there is no Unicorn in here to stop me doing whatever I want to the environment, me, or you. Which is why I can do this...”

Slade realised he was sitting on a bed of coals, his rear end toasting nicely. He got up and beat at the material his pants were made of before diving into the pool that had appeared. “That was pure nasty.” His eyes then noticed the circling fin near the other edge, slowly it turned, coming for him. His body responded oddly as he turned and reached for the side of the pool, his arm seemed short, soft and weak, he could grasp the edge but not pull himself out.”

“Ahh, come here,” Phelps picked him up, she seemed to be a giant, much bigger than he was and her clothing had changed into a plain white dress. “Whadda matter? Little baby got his nappy wet?”

Slade starred back at the grinning face with indignation. “You, you wouldn’t. Laguna!”

Laguna placed his body, back down, flat on the table then undid the fasteners. Slade was stuck, his arms were not strong enough to pull him anywhere, or prevent anything. The nappy was whipped away and landed in the laundry basket. Laguna ticked his feet, making odd baby noises, then got down to drying him.

He tried to struggle but it seemed useless, nor would the fingers hold onto the towel when it too departed to join the nappy in the wash. “Laguna, stop this now,” he complained, “you know it isn’t fair!”

“No, it isn’t.” She agreed, turning him onto his front she kissed his bum, both sides. “Now for the powder.” Talc rained onto his groin area and bum. Once there it was rubbed in, he could do nothing about that. Another nappy appeared and was fastened in place. “There you go,” she kissed his still visible cheeks, “all finished! Now that will be five hundred credits, please.”

“What!?!” He starred at her, “five hundred creds for being totally humiliated? Not a chance in hell!”

“I could do it again?” She offered innocently. “Really though it’s a big lesson, some people actually pay for others to do just that. I’ve been tipped a thousand credits for it on several occasions. No matter how odd, obscene, sick or damright dangerous it might be in the real world there are people who are willing to participate in the 3D version. There are groups who deal in pornography, rape, mass suicide, murder and anything else you can think of. Some are even willing to pay for it, if you can prove who you are and you are famous.”

“Mass suicide? You mean like lemmings?”

“Lemmings don’t actually do that,” Phelps corrected him in a disappointed tone. "It’s a myth that’s been going for hundreds of years. The jumping off a cliff is rather an under achievement for these people too, try jumping out of an aircraft, without a parachute. Umm, running into a burning maze style building and trying to reach the centre before dying. Diving into volcanoes, stuff like that.”