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fast and meaningless that it hurts to look at. It flashes back and forth
from color to black and white. And when it's in color, it rolls wildly
around the color wheel as though being straight with high-powered disco
lights. And it's not staying within its own body space. Hair thin pixel
lines keep shooting off to one side, passing all the way across the black
sun and out through the wall. It is not so much an organized body as it is
a centrifugal cloud of lines and polygons whose center cannot hold,
throwing bright bits of body shrapnel all over the room, interfering with
people's avatars, flickering and disappearing.