The computer screen light flickers again. It goes black for a second before a whirring sound emerges. A hand reaches out holding a kiwi fruit.

You grab the kiwi before it grabs you, and all of a sudden there is a woman in your white-washed room. She appears as if from a different paradigm, wearing a snakeskin-patterned dress with an emerald necklace, kajal in her eyes. Kama was divine.