**Your Reflex Was Always An Algorithmic Limb**

I wanted to make the recognition unavoidable: the centered body is not wearing technology — it precipitates from it. I built a single humanoid mass extruded from a plinth of molten time whose viscosity thickens exactly where your gaze lingers, while recursive scan-fault halos misregister the figure and overwrite any stable motif with tri-temporal residue (pre-event patina, active shear, post-scar glaze) in the same patch of skin. Here I show reflex and algorithm as one muscle: feel the ecstatic vertigo where attention hardens flow into glassy lobes and elsewhere lets it drip upward — the place you look becomes the place that becomes you.