...awesome. He wants to try skiing down an avalanche.

It's tricky. Skiing by itself isn't easy, and skiing down a virtual avalanche is like skiing on something that's alive. The snow shifts and bucks beneath his skis, trying to send him careening oit of control, or overtake him entirely and swallow him in cold and fluffy snow. Any little mistake or mistimed movement could easily spell his virtual doom. For that run, anyway. He is free to try again as many times as he likes. There's even a score counter.

Does he have anything like muscle memory?

It's a little fuzzy, and he fumbles at first, but it starts coming back to him as he plays more. His new scores don't match the ones he left several hundred thousand years ago, but he could probably get there again with a bit of practice.

This is so cool he's gonna practice so much.

While he's in the middle of a run, he gets a... strange impression of sourceless words in his head. Rather like the mechanical voice when he first woke up. This time, though, the voice doesn't sound mechanical. It sounds feminine.

:: Uh, hello? Yvette Linwood to whomever is in that satellite, can you hear me? ::

"—uh, how do I respond, also maybe I should stop skiing how do I that—"

The avalanche comes to a halt, as does he, skis and all. A window pops up in front of him with the text, End simulation scenario? and a [Y] and [N].

His little robot buddy appears beside him.

"Message appears to be delivered through application of soul magic. This unit cannot offer direct interface assistance. Please consult Chapter 12: Soul-to-Soul Communication, of the text Basic Applications of Magic."

Meanwhile, the voice continues on.

:: My bot says I'm doing this right, so I'm just going to take it at its word. Look, you're inbound to a meetup location that I doubt you'd get to by accident. I would sure appreciate knowing what your intentions are in regards to that. So, uh, when you figure out how to reply to me, please, you know, tell me that. I'm going to stop creepily talking in your head now, sorry about that. ::

"Oh come on you're kidding me—get me this text and uh—" He taps the [Y] and tries to figure out whether it's intuitive at all to respond.

He... could... think really hard at her? No other obvious responses are coming up.

A screen pops up, with what looks like an index of chapters. Chapter 12 is indeed titled Soul-to-Soul communication.

He tries thinking really hard at her a "Hello?" then starts reading.