We pass through the smooth counter-sun that weights down the spinning end of the innerEarth-tv, and wait as its weight swings towards us. We want the frame to be covered, so that we can look down it again, and perhaps return to the Electric Telescope. We didn't like that place so much at the time, but now we miss it.     テレビが私の方へ視線を向けた時 ほんの一瞬だが私は神の目を通して世界を見ることができた 世界はさまざまな送信区域に分かれていた