"Ah. So it's like the Cortex," he said, understanding. "Yeah, yeah. I remember that part now. W W W stuff. Always wondered what free reign of the waves really looked like."
It inferred that the Cortex was highly monitored, unless you knew where to look.
"Yeah..." he said running his finger through his hair again. "Oh. Doing? Well. You know. The norm. Finding out my wife has been without me and is going out with someone else. Holing myself up in a urine smelling apartment complex. Buying those little cylinder things that are individually wrapped. Tootsie rolls? Those are grrreat!"
His grin slowly turned to a frown.
"Yeah, I've been kind of on a down slope. I'm not good grounded. And days turning to nights. And without the love of my life. Death, it turns out, is not all it's cracked up to be," he finished sarcastically. "Who knew?"