The silver falcon of her icon soared through a mirrored universe of perfection. Pausing on an electric blue hilltop, she perched and looked about. The endless reflection of mirrors in mirrors was gone, replaced by colors and textures she had not seen before. Maybe this was going to work! Above was a plain of green-tinted glass separating her from the thousands of glowing lines that stretched from overhead and off into the incalculable distance of pixel blur. Underneath was a checkerboard of circuits and switches, coldframe representations of the real machinery supporting the incredible artificial world.