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Jimbo is a Mekon. He has an extremely large bald head, with two curly antenna, and liquid, almond shaped eyes. He talks without moving his lips, over an intercom system, activated by his brain which, unusually, has three halves. There is no physical centre to his apparant vast knowledge of stocks that triple in four hours (unless they half), he is merely a medium, tuned in vibrant, quivering communion, with a cosmos of tiny shimmering particles of anti-matter, floating along channels of shamanistic energy which his intellectual curiosity gulps in undigested quantities like a whale swallows planktum. The never-ending stream of stock picks are quasars, pulsing from his cranial sonar into the ether - they have no more intent, morality or instrumentality then the air he breathes. They are raw material, drifting without gravity in the vast emptiness of cyberspace. |
