Tag: Ultraviolet
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Flesh Modems in the Hyperspace Bazaar: Flesh Interfaces
Scratch beneath the surface of this meat prison, man, and you find the writhing circuits of reality. Not the sterile logic of silicon and circuits, but a tangled mess of frequencies, a cacophony of light and sound beyond the reach of our meat-geared senses. We are fleshy interfaces, Jack, plugged into a system we can…
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Ultraviolet
Man is a blind insect. Crawling through a universe of luminous color, he can only perceive a tiny fraction of the spectrum. His eyes are meaty cages for the glowing rods and cones, tuned to the meager range of visible light. Reds, greens, and blues, a paltry trick compared to the ultraviolet symphony that surrounds…