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His wide eyes have been locked onto the screen of his 6.4 inch device for an hour. He appears to have reached a transcendental state. He does not even have to blink. He never looks up or away, never contemplates the people and traffic on the Hauptstrasse flowing down past Iggy and Bowie's old apartment, the locals coming and going from the corner cafe run by an Italian-born man who in 1987 placed black and white photos of Fellini and Sophia Loren and other compatriots on the exposed brick walls. He does not even touch his coffee as he observes the entire universe through the portal in his palm. A missile could strike from Moscow and he would never waver, would continue his journey through the multiverse. Even after the network has collapsed, he will stare into the infinity of the LCD display, will stoop in implacable observance as the flames and fallout consume him.