In a tiny black room, all alone, save for a neon-glowing flower directly in front of me. I looked at my "hands." This time, one was a virtual painter's palette, and the other was essentially a brush. I could select colors and patterns and—here's the wild part—paint the air around me. I guided rainbows into being with my (mostly) bare hands, to which the Valve employee replied, "The more you know," because he did jokes too. 6
It was, again, brief, but also astoundingly cool. I'm not much of an artist, but I had so much fun making visual art magically appear right before my eyes. By the time I was done, I'd lit up my dark confines with all manner of pulsating lights, stars, and snowflakes. I was about to grafitti my name on all the "walls," but then the demo ended