Three people were waiting. Bud took a seat and
skimmed a mediatron from 
the coffee table; it looked exactly like a dirty, wrinkled, blank sheet of 
paper. " 'Annals of Self-Protection,' " he said, loud enough for 
everyone else in the place to hear him. The logo of his favorite meedfeed 
coalesced on the page. Mediaglyphics, mostly the cool animated ones, arranged 
themselves in a grid. Bud scanned through them until he found the one that 
denoted a comparison of a bunch of different stuff, and snapped at it with
his fingernail. New mediaglyphics appeared, surrounding larger cine panes in
which Annals staff tested several models of skull guns against live and 
dead targets. Bud frisbeed the mediatron back onto the table; this was the same 
review he'd been poring over for the last day, they hadn't updated it, his 
decision was still valid.