Slide 9
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“The abrupt jolt into other flesh. Matrix gone, a wave of sound
and color . . . She was moving through a crowded street, past
stalls vending discount software, prices felt penned on sheets
of plastic, fragments of music from countless speakers. Smells
of urine, free monomers, perfume, patties of frying krill. For a
few frightened seconds he fought helplessly to control her
body. Then he willed himself into passivity, became the
passenger behind her eyes.”