He has seen many things, high-end technology, top of the line, even military grade prototypes only used by perhaps two people in the world. Quantum physics, precognitive children, men with skulls made of ceramic, hard enough to bend a state of the art sword.

He's sure he's not seeing this right, he knows his projection is made out of sound waves, and the sound he's hearing, along with what he's seeing--

--it's just something he cannot explain, even as he's standing on a cosmic fish.

The gridwork has trouble setting the shape of it, sometimes setting on the length of the sword, other times sparking out and others in waves irradiating like the vapor out of the asphalt back in Arizona.

"How does it work?" and he's not even bothering to hide the amazement in his voice. He knows it won't do him any good.