We begin to crawl over the piece(s), feeling the ironic immateriality of the material -- a kind of "hypermateriality" of our compelled physicality. The modulated symphony of cacophonous sound washes over us, perfectly integrated in the circuitry of our informational flow. The more observant of us might suddenly realize that we are being observed, surveyed, dispersively (re)connected in cybernetic sites/sights as our supplicated images are transmit across infinite topographies of time and space. Or then again, we might not. But we are. "You Will." Look (and get looked at) closely. There is no escaping the anticipated pleasures (horrors) of digitally mediated reproduction and its promised social reconnections.