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They’re wholly consumed by the interior of Hollein’s Vulcania, an impressive feat of golden scales and postmodernism that retains its solid sheen even as a digital render. For fans of retaining illusions, it's best to never look up. Jeah finds this out almost immediately: she raises her gaze, nearly expecting a blue sky drifting above where the two halves of the cone-shape overlap, and there is nothing to see but the white of the ceiling rafters.
Everything is until it isn't—that’s technology for you. Dimension will always trump a hologram without fail, but it’s hard to justify a whole first-class flight to France to admire the damn thing up close. So there’s only one way to go about this: refocus, look straight ahead, and keep on walking.
Stepping out, Jeah’s eyes fall to the back of the exhibit. Along the wall, they’ve set up what looks like a series of architectural drawings; naturally framed side by side to each sketch is the final built product. Column three is blocked out by a figure who inspects each one closely.
When she is finally standing next to her, Jeah has to look just once and this time, there’s no illusion of the sort that is shattered by the motion. Only amusement if anything, both at the frame and the other woman’s expression. “Not a fan of the fifth one either. Too boxy.”
