Jack accelerated his two-door convertible along the coastline with his wife, Darla, and dog, Luna.


    "Jack, I''m so glad we bought this car!"


    "What?" He turned his head around to hear better.


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    But the car skidded, ultimately losing its traction.


    Darla jumped out with Luna, and he hopped out too.


    "Jack, help!"


    Darla grasped onto a branch down a cliff, separated from Luna, who was whimpering and sliding.


    Jack had only seconds to decide, so he grabbed her.


    — — — —


    "Hello, Jack," said the marriage counselor removing his neural headset.


    "It felt so real!"


    "Real enough, Jack. She''s filing for a divorce."