Traversing cyberspace as an intuitive hyperrhetorical performer whose language investigations create interlinked moments of potential meaning, HTC becomes a freer writing-machine, one that elopes with the seduction of pure virtuality and the speed of the discourse network.HTC comes across a sumptuous binary operation and rubs against it.
The feeling of blue despair colors the mode of perception. A field of action motorizes itself into the topological plain as HTC burrows for more connectivity. Sliding into the ether as a scalable object whose only rendition is the one now in progress, HTC improvises a scenic dialogue:
"May I go to the bathroom now?"
"You still have to go to the bathroom?"
"I have always had to go to the bathroom."
"No, you cannot go to the bathroom. Your time-allotment for bathroom operations has expired."
"Please...I must go to the bathroom."
"You must stay where you are."
HTC felt like an object in search of endless subjectivity.