Holden: The cow stands in its virtual pasture, its udders baking in the hot sun, chewing its cud, trying to turn a neater color. It can’t, not without your click. But you’re not clicking.
Leon: What do you mean I’m not clicking?
Holden: The cow stands in its virtual pasture, its udders baking in the hot sun, chewing its cud, trying to turn a neater color. It can’t, not without your click. But you’re not clicking.
Leon: What do you mean I’m not clicking?