At first, discovering this, he had attempted to share it with the idoru. Perhaps, if shown, she, this posthuman emergent entity, would simply start to see this way as well. And he had been disappointed when she had finally told him that what he saw was not there for her; that his ability to apprehend the nodal points, those emergent systems of history, was not there, nor did she expect to find it with growth. "This is human, I think," she'd said, when pressed. "This is the result of what you are, biochemically, being stressed in a particular way. This is wonderful. This is closed to me."