A neon-green line, a gravity well, and thou.
Portrait of the E3 show floor as a not-so-young endeavor: Towering wall-sized displays flickering before speechless, slack-jawed audiences, like something from the Two Minutes Hate; visible atmospheric ripples as cyclopean sound-systems send brainpan-rattling vibrations thudding through the air; at least 57 booth-babe breasts visible in any given cardinal direction; every major…
