"It's a Jodie," she said, but she stumbled over the words as the field 
of stars moved, tracking the displacements of her jaw and lips. Outside, Fred 
Epidermis was wielding the editing controls, zooming in on her face, which was 
dense as a galactic core. By comparison, her arms and legs were wispy nebulas 
and the back of her head nearly invisible, with a grand total of maybe a 
hundred 'sites placed around her scalp like the vertices of a geodesic dome. 
The eyes were empty holes, except (she imagined) when she closed her eyes. Just 
to check it out, she winked into the mediatron. The 'sites on her eyelids were 
dense as grass blades on a putting green, but accordioned together except when 
the lid expanded over the eye. Fred Epidermis recognized the move and zoomed in 
so violently on her winking eye that she nearly threw herself back on her ass. 
She could hear him chortling. "You'll get used to it, honey," he said. "Just 
hold still so I check the 'sites on your lips."