When you step right up to the giant  écran  of the projected underworld, you can see additional detailing as scan lines, wobbulating with a definite, finite boundaries, and little emotion in their swings. Ribs of a corset that holds this  monde  together. No time now, Cain says. We won't have to listen to him anymore after this.     Nous rentrons au Jardin d'Eden. Où plutôt, là où nous sommes allés vivre après avoir quitté le Jardin d'Eden.