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Tuesday, April 23, 2002
eye
By Paul Ford
Not a lens exactly - you will be confused by all the lore of lenses. But a classic mechanical swivel, controlled by a keypress remotely, and an open-ended encrypted transmitter, with a flat white face - designed to accept any one of a thousand kinds of input as long as that input came through between 1µ and 1cm. On top of that was smeared a bit of paste, cellular swivel eyes by the million or so, receiving and radiating at once.
My image, as Cee saw it, was ultra-clear, and my surface scanned down to the pores, waves much smaller than the visible popping out of the cell-assembled thousands of eyes, and the person on the other end - for very little cred - could have a better map of my face and my underlying physical secrets than we'd had a map of Mars.
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