“IT FEELS A LOT like drowning, only there are no ear drums around to burst. No lungs, no panicked heart. Just Paul’s stray mind, glowing with pictorial, haptic, and willful potential.
Paul perceives himself slip deeper into the CLOUD, stuck with the feeling he’s going back to sleep after waking from a horrible nightmare. Some part of him realizes he’s been mortally wounded, but his animal panic and most of his reptilian drive have been displaced. He can’t sense his bubbled skin or his broken body, only cognitive discomfort.
The CLOUD sweeps-up his lonely partition into a dense star field populated by synesthetic ideas and sensations, loosely laced by information highways and photoluminescent course-lines, glowing, somehow, without electricity or conventional power. Data swirls like aimless snowflakes around the fractallic structures—a seemingly infinite structure constituted by linked Mobius strips morphed by passing information typhoons.”