The moment the scans completed, Liam felt a subtle click in his mind. His vision darkened for half a heartbeat, then flared back into clarity.
He was no longer looking at the wasteland. Instead, he stood in an endless white expanse.
It wasn't blinding. The light wasn't harsh or artificial. It was soft, diffuse, and strangely comfortable, as if it were coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. The air was weightless, soundless. There was no echo, breeze. The whole place was filled with just stillness.
And in front of him floated a single figure. Or rather, the outline of one.
A blank avatar.
It stood motionless, its body featureless and smooth, like a mannequin carved from light. No face or clothes.
"Welcome," Liam murmured to himself, with a small smile.
This was the Gear Glass lobby. His lobby.
He knew what this was meant to be: the personal "home screen" of the device. For ordinary users, it would be where their digital lives began each time the Glass powered on.
