Forty-eight hours, not a wink or a blink, staring at hypnogogic streamers swimming in the cathode ray pool, and I ask myself, who are these entities with whom I am engaged in this way, detached from all the familiar trappings of the person - save, of course, for the words. Hmm? What is this thing we call a person? Is it ever the same thing twice? I recalled Dr. O'Blivion's words to Max Ren: You're going to have to get used to living in a very strange, new world. Or was it Barry Convex? C'mon, CyberDebbie, let's open those neural floodgates.