Rax laughed, the sound glitching into a thousand tiny echoes. "No one is exactly who everyone wants to be. That's the paradox of the OP, kid. Anonymity is the most valuable currency. And you're sitting on a fortune you refuse to spend."

Vesper—the original—took a shaky step back. "That's not true. I remember my life. My childhood. My first login."

"You're telling me," said Rax, leaning back in his floating armchair of stolen polygons, "that you've never run a Steal Avatar script? Not even once?"