He closed his eyes. Found the ridged face of the F5 key.
Please, he prayed now-
A gray disk, the color of Fallen sky.
Disk beginning to rotate, faster, becoming a sphere of paler gray. Expanding-
And flowed, flowered for him, fluid neon origami trick, the unfolding of his distanceless home, his country, transparent 3D chessboard extending to infinity. Inner eye opening to the stepped scarlet pyramid of the Yithril Empire's fire shard burning beyond the green cubes of the Kingdom of Capitar's earth shard, and high and very far away he saw the spiral arms of the titans, forever beyond his reach.
And somewhere he was laughing, in a white-painted loft, distant fingers caressing the deck, tears of release streaking his face.
(Shamelessly plagiarized from Neuromancer, by William Gibson)