On principle, the Quadlrup had few issues with entering the virtual world we had created.

They didn’t mind discarding their interlocking musculature and their squared bones— and they held no spiritual objection to entering our servers as non-material ghosts.

What stopped them in their tracks was solely the aesthetics of the affair. What would need to be their permanent bodies offended their senses enough to spoil the promise of paradise: hairy, blanched neural tissues, plopped down into rounded glass bottles bubbling over with bronze syrup.