It was as if she hung in space, hundreds of meters above a sprawl of city lights. Above her was a blackness deeper than midnight, the blackness of infinite space. Here and there strange "stars" hung in the sky—system access nodes for the local telecommunications grid—and other constructs that blazed with the brilliant colors of lasers and neon. Below her, datalines—looking like crowded freeways turned into rivers of light-—crisscrossed a landscape made up of countless glowing images and constructs. Some loomed large—the neon-green Mitsuhama pagoda, the Aztechnology pyramid, the Fuchi star—while others were just dots of color from this apparent "altitude." The tapestry of light faded off into the distance, eventually reaching a "vanishing point" on the electron horizon.