The real world fades away as her terminal projects full-screen directly into her eyes, and she feels another twinge of nausea, this one inspired not by viscera but by the shifted viewpoint which does not accord with her body’s awareness of its size and position. The feed is telling her she is fifteen feet tall, looking down on the tunnel with binocular eyes set nine inches apart: mantis vision. The first time accessing full feed while standing, many people fall over. The Inspector is not a rookie. She lets her weight sit in her heels, requiring minimal correction to her posture, and separates her sense of where she is from what she sees. It’s just a trick. You learn to use your brain in a new way.