I was riding in a demonstration version of a very fine air ship when I received a message from the console that the demonstration would expire and the ship would self-destruct in one minute. Foolishly, I took that to mean sixty actual seconds, rather than sixty Second Life seconds. As I was over water at the time, I looked for a spot to land when – poof! – the ship was gone and I was sputtering in the cold water, sea creatures wandering in my bloomers. I protest! A minute is a minute, or should be, at any rate. I walked home to dry myself off, muttering unladylike imprecations as my boots squished with each step.
Ah well, the things we do for Science. It was a very nice ship. I need to buy one so I can travel in style: high and dry.