The vitality of HTC's programming aesthetic is felt in the navigator's continuous need to move on, to forever build cyberspace's subjective reality as a liquid architecture where hyperrhetorical formations mature or dissolve.

Life in this architectonic reality is revealed as a certain emotional depth of object.

When virtualized, this object forms the basis of subjective comprehension. It knows itself. It knows itself to be. It knows itself to be present in the act of hyperrhetorical formation but... doesn't know itself. It doesn't know itself to be. It doesn't know itself to be beyond contradiction and this becomes apparent as it plays itself out in the deterritorialized environments of cyberspace.

Live experience. Metaphorical intuition. Fertile delirium.

The form of the spectre in cyberspatial reality is topologically transmutable. The emotional content of the object can change at any time. The light-force of energy that informs the dream-narrative apparatus designates the object with meaning.

But in meaning there is always potential for loss.

And in cyberspace, this potential for loss is what keeps HTC moving.