So the second brain followed him like Tinkerbell in Peter Pan, slightly behind his left shoulder on the periphery of his vision.It had taken the form of a sphere with no definable edges. Sometimes a thought or an opinion would move in like the lightning charge on a Van der Graf generator, sometimes a thought or opinion would leave, perhaps travelling into someone else's head, sometimes dissipating. So the sphere would never complete itself or never empty itself. It would never possess particularity in the sense that Johnny himself did.

One night, alone and slightly drunk in his studio, Johnny Solo got out some of the things he'd made and put together a kind of exhibition. He did the best with the few lights he had and it looked good. He sat down and started to think. He noticed that the more he concentrated on his work, the more he thought about his concerns and sureties, his personal collection of intentional accidents, the less active the sphere became. He reasoned, therefore, that the more he centred his attention on the things he had made the more likelihood there would be of drawing the sphere back into himself.