“Okay,” Arleigh said.“What are the nodal points?” Laney looked at the bubbles on the surface of his beer… — William Gibson
“Okay,” Arleigh said.“What are the nodal points?”
Laney looked at the bubbles on the surface of his beer. “It’s like seeing things in clouds, except the things you see are really there.”
“Yamazaki promised me you weren’t crazy.”
“It’s not crazy. It’s something to do with how I process low-level, broad-spectrum input. Something to do with pattern-recognition.”
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