Like sounds. The faint creak of leather, the whisper of flowing cloth, the quiet sounds of footsteps, the clink of metal ratting loose in a leather satchel, and the brush of cloth on cloth. Textures, from the smooth-worn surface of comfortable leather to the dry nubiness of woven wool to the cool smoothness of metal and the warm softness of skin. Even the smells of wool and leather and skin mixed with the faintest scent of chrome and rain. All of these little elements go into building an image to make all of the fantasy figures used by normal deckers look like cartoons by comparison. Two-dimensional, without substance or style. The kind of resolution my persona has, the presence, tells everyone who knows anything about programming that I am like nothing they have ever seen before.