Anyway he has been diagnosed with a cancer, its kinda incurable…’.She put her hand over his and rubbed his wrist with her finger.‘I’m so sorry...honey, I know how hard that must be for you.’‘Yeah…’‘Are you close with him, is he a good friend of yours?‘Yep, he is my other real friend apart from Shreyas, my friend at the orphanage.’His voice had softened, and his head was dropped. She squeezed his hand.‘I know you will be a good friend to him Rajesh, you are loyal and reliable. Sometimes in these. Mike had adjusted this suit for what he called virtual feedback. I was supposed to feel what ever happened to the computerized character. Electronic impulses created by his program would trick my body into thinking I was actually being hit kicked or shot depending on what the game was. That is if the fool thing didn’t short out and electrocute me first. "You're all hooked up and ready to go let's give this puppy a test drive." Mike said as he started the disk. I felt a warm tingle. I was dreading the moment she got home. I had just about worn a patch inthe carpet where I had been pacing back and forth.I had managed to work myself into a terrible state and before I haddecided on a path of action the door opened and Viv cried out, "Hey babeI'm home." She walked in and saw me standing there ashen faced. She lookedworryingly at me. "Shit bub you look terrible. What is the matter?"I flopped back on the sofa. "I'm OK just not feeling well."She snuggled down beside me. "Are you. "Oh no, Aisha, tell me you didn't. When theyfind out, everyone will go apeshit on us. We will become the villains acrossthe world. How could you?"Aisha bolted up in rage. "We already are!" she yelled in English. "No onecares one IOTA about us, no one in the international community has everlifted a finger for us. They are always bitching about the poorPalestinians. While our people have been subjected to countless genocides inthe last fifteen years. We been gassed, government forces from Iraq.