“It’s impressionistic. Not a physics-driven map. The alluvial formations are all wrong. These mountain valleys are V-shaped rather than U-shaped, as they ought to be—no understanding of how glaciation shapes them. The mountains are just high places in the landscape—they have no history. No exposed sedimentary layers, no evidence of volcanism.” Pluto snorted. “This is programmer art. It reminds me of the first maps of T’Rain that Dodge sketched, when he was trying to recruit me.”

“That’s a compelling statement,” Sophia said.

Pluto realized that everyone was listening to him and clammed up. He became interested in a particular river mouth and began tracing it upstream. The room was nearly silent for several minutes as the attendees feasted their eyes on the new continent. Small clusters formed to mutter and point at interesting features. The green points winked and shifted. “Are they moving?” someone asked. “Or is it just me?”

“This is a live display,” Matilda confirmed. “Small shifts are to be expected as new data come in. But its overall shape has changed very little in the past few months.”

Some attendees waded in to view features in the interior of the continent. Those people looked as if their bodies had been truncated below knee or thigh level. But viewed from too close, the points just looked like an amorphous, green Milky Way. “This is the highest resolution we could attain with the time and the processing power we had,” Sophia remarked. “So it’s like a pointillist painting. Stand back and it’s fine.”

An unfamiliar voice, electronically distorted, sounded from somewhere near the middle of the continent. Heads turned toward Elmo Shepherd’s Metatron. The voice, relayed from the other side of the world, had emerged from the speaker array mounted to its blank face. “What is this?” he asked.

Sophia responded, “The bright patch in the middle?”

“Yes.”

“It’s bright because there is a much higher concentration of points in that zone.”

“I can see that.”

“That’s because we have a hundred times as much data from that patch as from anywhere else,” Sophia explained. “It is where almost all of the computational activity is focused.”

“Can it be zoomed in, then?”

“We expected someone might ask,” Sophia said. “I suggest you all close your eyes for a few moments, or put your wearables up on your head. The display is going to change and some may feel disoriented.” She nodded at Matilda.

Matilda waited for a count of three and then began to manipulate the user interface again. Those who had ignored Sophia’s warning were treated to a sudden, dizzying zoom as the tiny bright patch in the center of the display became much larger, banishing most of the outlying points to the outer darkness. When the display settled down, everyone spent a few moments taking in the new vista.