Grey stood there in a daze, feeling as though every part of his body had somehow also become an extension of itself. Branches formed branches, and their branches branched further. Almost like an infinite series of fractals, the deeper he went, the more there seemed to be.
He thought he had somewhat understood the limits of his Neural Frame, but now that he was seeing it like this, it was almost like he was experiencing the world for the first time.
Neural Frames didn't have limits. They could evolve endlessly. It wasn't as simple as a circuit running through his body. There were an infinite myriad of changes, an endless swath of possibilities, and the only way to truly grasp them, to truly understand them, was by giving them focus.
And that came in the form of the Frames themselves. They were what gave them structure, meaning, and understanding.
