Martin pulled his pea coat tight against his body. His hair was wavy and frayed, as unkempt as the clothes that he wore. They were good to have given the Pacific winds were picking up. He could taste the salt of the ocean in the wind. Martin turned his back to the trade wind and looked east down the mountain. In the distance he could see the monoliths standing like sentries. Long past relics, the Moai, stood lonely every night waiting for the sun.
Before Martin the clouds began to swirl. Above the cresting blue waves the light cumulus spiraled together. Slowly at first then quicker as the wind picked up. Rain came down all around him. The sky began to turn the vibrant hue of sunset though the sun was standing high in the sky. Martin wasn't one for theatrics, they took precious compute.
A beam of light split one of the larger clouds open. From the inside a dark figure floated down towards the hill Martin was on. Wings made of clouds flapped slowly behind the figure slowing its descent.
"Martin?" The wind seemed to whisper.
Martin nodded and looked around as if someone might be lurking in the grass nearby.
"Welcome to my home." The wind continued.
"Thank you King, I'm glad I could meet you in person." Martin said, his eyes flickering for a moment.
"I'm glad you had the chance to come. It's a beautiful day on the isle of forgotten figures." The avatar landed beside Martin. King's avatar appeared taller than Martin. The avatar had long flowing blonde hair, that danced in the wind, and was clothed like a Greek god.
"So the deal stands?" Martin said pulling out a cigarette. He put it in his mouth and rolled it around wondering if it would light in the wind. The avatar brought its hand up. A spark leaped out of the tip of its finger and the cigarette lit.
"Codes for Processing Power. Who gains more for giving up less?" the wind snickered.
"Hopefully me," Martin cracked as he laughed.
The avatar's expression brightened and the clouds began to return to their original formation.
"You know what their problem is?" The wind whispered.
The sky began to accelerate in time, clouds flying in and out of view with the sun and moon spinning over and over the island.
"They pissed off the wrong people?" Martin said as he took another pull off his cigarette.
"That, and they don't dream." The wind sighed. It looked into the distance and for a moment the clouds hung still.
"How can they?" Martin sighed.
They both stood there for a moment watching the moon and sun dance across the sky while the grass on the island shimmered and bowed to the two sky titans.
The avatar took a gold key out from under its tunic. With a flicker it split in two. The avatar held it out to Martin. Martin relaxed his balled hand from inside of his jacket and slowly reached out, delicately plucking the key from the avatar's hand.
"I will see you soon." Martin said.
"In here it's an eternity." King said and the avatar's face went blank again.
Martin saved his avatar and pulled the plug. His eyes popped open to a school of fish floating by a porthole. As he moved the screen saver turned off. The taste of nicotine was still lingering in his mouth.