She navigates in cross correlation with you and reflects what singular action does executed as a group.
"Of waking, I know nothing. I remember incomprehensible rustlings, and a cool dimness. And myself inside. The world opened up, in a panorama of glitter, broken into colors.
And then, with a sound not heard but sensed. A tenuous string snapped within me. And I, a she now, felt the rush of gender. So violent, that her head spun. And I shut my eyes."
The Mask, Stanislaw Lem
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