Walking the Virtch

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Everything I know about flying I learned from Superman. Take three steps, extend your arms, push off with your toes. It’s so natural, so easy, I’m surprised nobody thought of it before some early twentieth century comic hacks.

I netted somewhere that when Superman first launched the Real, little kids would tie towels around their necks and jump off the roofs of buildings. This was out in the Real, connect? Of course, the todds went flat mode. See, they thought it was the cape that let him fly? I could have told them. It’s not the cape, it’s the body language. The wiring is there in the human brain. You’ve just got to call the subroutine and do it.

Everybody flies in the Virtch. I guess they didn’t connect that early on, when the Virtch was just a flash in someone’s pan, and a few kludges in a laboratory somewhere. They figured everyone would be walking around the Virtch like regular old Real-morts. They should have vizzed at dreams. People have always flown in their dreams, like they’d been doing it all their lives, like they were born to fly. Maybe it’s a womb thing, but they say all healthy humans fly.

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