Slept for an hour or two. Glimmers woke her. Shivers. The night. That woman in the bar. What had happened? Her eyes part-opened in the dark. What the fuck happened tonight? Suddenly alive, more than halfway sober. Cold minded. She got up and found her glamacam, viewed the screen, seeing once again the woman with the glowing skin, the body of pictures, images dancing across flesh, across hands. Nola. Nola Blue, music star. Some kind of Vision-Screen Woman? This was major league gossip, news, downloadable sizzle. Now Eva was fully awake, clothed, washed and spruced and sitting at her boxcomp. She wired the vidiflex direct to input and viewed the result full-screen, full colour, sound and detail enhanced as far as the dial would go. She worked for an hour or two, setting up a new vinesite, not bothering about design perfection at this stage, just the need to get the news out there, to communicate this wonder to the world. Fingers on the SEED switch, and... clikkck Channelsk1n*vine was now active.
