When she finally raised her gaze from the floor to view the mediatrons 
lining the walls, she saw that most of the panes there were much larger, and 
most of them carried cine feeds, and most of these had been frozen. The images 
were very sharp and clear. Some of them were landscapes: a stretch
of rural road, a bridge across a dried-up river, a dusty village with flames 
bubbling from some of the houses. Some of them were pictures of people: 
talking-head shots of Chinese men wearing dirty uniforms with dark mountains, 
clouds of dust, or drab green vehicles as backdrops.