"It'll work!" Naomi said.
"I don't care if it'll work, it's a stupid idea!" Aria threw up her hands. Naomi sat at a terminal connected to the bank of supercooled processors.
"Look, all the simulations say the conceptspace exists where I can reach it."
"I don't care if you can simulate Heaven, it's—"
"It's not a simulation, don't you get that? It's a constructed conceptspace, but still real."
"Like another dimension." Aria's affect was flat.
Naomi rolled her eyes. "Sure, if you want to drastically oversimplify."
Aria took a deep breath. "It's untested. Let's run more simulations, test it on animals. I can maybe get a hold of some sign language-trained chimps."
"No. This is my chance to enter a world I've loved since I was five." Naomi hit three keys and slipped a helmet over her head. The world shifted and slipped away.
Everything resolved into shades a big room, all grey and white, with a big window looking out onto open space. She saw it all through some kind of helmet. Naomi was about to take it off when a radio crackled in her ear. "TK-421, report to hangar bay C-37 for cargo inspection."
Oh, Naomi thought. Uh-oh.