Fred Epidermis had put the stage into Constellation Mode. Miranda was 
looking at a black wall speckled with twenty or thirty thousand individual 
pricks of white light. Taken together, they formed a sort of three-dimensional 
constellation of Miranda, moving as she moved. Each point of light marked one 
of the 'sites that had been poked into her skin by the tat machine during those 
sixteen hours. Not shown were the filaments that tied them all together into a
network—a new bodily system overlaid and interlaced with the nervous, 
lymph, and vascular systems.