Chapter 3: To erase
She then proceeded to go into recovery mode and pressed the volume buttons to get to 'erase' and began to erase her phone and opened the sim tray to access and break both her microsd card and sim card. "um, mam..."
Fallen Angels, Part five - Night is the time for Killing
"it's completely trashed, but i've got a bunch of techies trying to decode the sim card." at 12:30 gill performed an operation on a patient. the journal stated his name simply as "toledo", a hobo living in a downtown shelter.
Night is the Time for Killing
"it's trashed, but i've got the techies trying to decode the sim card." at 12:30 gill performed an operation on a patient. the journal stated his name simply as "curly", a hobo living in a downtown shelter.
No Regrets
"shush, cornelius, you're just sore because i beat you in the sims every time." "and i still say you found a way to cheat!" he countered after jerking away momentarily, a grin on his muzzle.
Left for Dead
He opened the phone and removed the sim card, crushing it between strong digits before dropping it down a storm sewer grate. the phone went into the next trash can.
The Life of Another - Chapter 37
This feels like the sims. what am i supposed to..." my question was interrupted as amanda and jim entered the room, creating a stir. "hey uh, sorry i'm late." said jim in muted tones, his eyes averted. "we're just getting started." i replied.
Wedding Mouse, 7 of 7
One of the sim runs.
Restart Life
As he cried he his ears flicked up as he heard a ping coming from his computers, he looked up and saw that the sim game had downloaded.
Favorite Stud
He was unarmed and unarmored, and smaller than the others in the sim. going hand-to-hand was just far too risky, even with the advantage of surprise.
Apocalypse, Ch. 10
And as my heat started to fade, and my need for greg faded with it, i was reminded of the time i had taken the sim-cycle. hadn't i wanted a baby then, too? and when i had come out of heat, hadn't i been _really_ upset over the whole thing?
OR:CyberTroopers
**the sim-soldiers** , affectionately called the washouts who weren't capable of passing the entirety of their initial training.
Genetic Institute: Chapter 1
Nodding and thinking things over i walked into the sim room and closed my so called 'living' eye and let my 'dead' eye see all that had happened from the angle was where i was standing, i heard her orders, i could see her constantly reanalyzing the battle,