But when the flickering began, Laney would concentrate on his own meal, his clumsiness with his own chopsticks, conversation around the table. Kuwayama, the man with the rimless glasses, was answering something Rez had asked, though Laney hadn't been able to catch the question itself. "—the result of an array of elaborate constructs that we refer to as ‘desiring machines." Rez's green eyes, bright and attentive. "Not in any literal sense," Kuwayama continued, "but please envision aggregates of subjective desire . It was decided that the modular array would ideally constitute an architecture of articulated longing..." The man's voice was beautifully modulated, his English accented in a way that Laney found impossible to place.