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Show 107 "I was rushed," Jewel says, and makes a queer face, wanting it to be a joke but knowing that her face is probably angry. Hall takes her hand. They ride the glass elevator up, above the mirrors to the grid and monitor room. Hall knows that he has violated Security; still he takes Jewel. He takes her into the room, and walks down a row of consoles, other employees giving Jewel looks. "This is what I've been doing," Hall says. It's a confession, and his voice is direct. "Excuse me, Charlie," Hall says to a bald man and leans over and begins to fiddle with the man's console. Then, to Jewel, Hall says: "Look." He's found a player and, starting with a head shot, Hall moves the camera in. And in. "Jesus Christ, Man: Get her out of here," Charlie whispers. "The woman's barefoot!" "What js. that?" Jewel asks, "Hall, what j_s that: A microscope?" Hall points to the screen: a man's eye that the camera is now nearly inside of; he points to line-shadows which pull and relax where the camera's zoomed. Hall tells Jewel: "Nerves." "Fuck!" she says, then throws her head back, straight to the sky -- if there were a sky looming over it; and her eyes look betrayed. "Oh, God," she moans. Hunt's hand is on Leah, almost squeezing. "One more thing," Hall says. He feels like he's drowning. He feels like he's burning. Hunt feels electric lights, in the dark, burning him. Jewel shakes her head as Hall presses buttons, finally getting _her room on the screen and finding pierced-earing-opals - so close the camera looks inside the stone. "What the Christ are you two up to?!" Charlie asks. But Jewel has made |