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The boy reached out to touch the collar of Specter's suit. Specter moved too late. The boy's finger had already moved right through the collar before he could back away. 

[color=6ecff6]"You caught me... It's an illusion... In fact, all of me is an illusion."[/color] Specter tried to smile as he looked down in embarrassment. He would never be anything more than an illusion. That fact would always be disturbing. Living on his own plane of existence got old many millennia ago. He would never feel the touch of another person. He would never feel pain... or pleasure. 

[color=6ecff6]"If you like my style of clothing, I can make you appear the same, but it will be an illusion. Everyone will [i]see[/i] it as real though! Is that what you want?"[/color] Specter tried to speak in an excited tone, but his heart was not in it anymore. The boy seemed to be as interested in material gain as anyone else. He was starting to become just as interesting as the most basic of life forms, only concerned with status and wealth.