Suddenly a blond, blue-eyed woman was standing in the mediatron, perfectly 
aping Miranda's posture, wearing big hair, a white sweater with a big letter F 
in the middle, and a preposterously short skirt. She was carrying big colored 
puffy things. Miranda recognized her, from old passives she'd seen on the 
mediatron, as an American teenager from the previous century. "This is Spirit. 
A little old-fashioned to you and me, but popular with tube feeders," said 
Fred Epidermis. " 'Course your grid's way overkill for this, but hey, 
we're about giving the customer what they want—moving those bids, you 
know."