Whirling silence settled around Jessica. Every fiber of her body accepted the fact that something profound had happened to it. She felt that she was a conscious mote, smaller than any subatomic particle, yet capable of motion and of sensing her surroundings. Like an abrupt revelation-the curtains whipped away-she realized she had become aware of a psychokinesthetic extension of herself. She was the mote, yet not the mote.
( Frank Herbert )
[ Dune ]
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