bonjour! i recently attended a small new products convention in downtown San Jose -- most of the booths had on display outdated "new" releases, mundane items with no real future potential. there were a few cubicles set aside for the usual heroes (i.e. Apple, IBM, Intel, etc), and none really broke the general blandness which typically pervades such pedantic displays. except one. i was cruising casually along the aisles, a robot in the jungle of electronic loose-ends, when one particular display caught my eyes, sending streams of exciting photons into the rod cells of my retinae. impossible, i thought. it can't be. my mind didn't allow the image reality presented it to enter the realm of consciousness -- it was a hazy ghost-image; a fever dream, with fever logic. but it had to be true. it was there. directly before me. a pyramidal tower that would have risen to my knees, were it not for the blue-Lucite pedestal on which it sat, four feet off the grass-tufted earth. a "screen" stood nearby, throwing out images too amazing to correctly judge: it was clearly an operating system far in advance of anything available today. of anything even in the think-tanks -- longhorn is "nothing" compared to what flowed like liquid across this screen. there were no attendants. it was a lone display. it needed no accoutrements. no "frills." no hanging banners. this was the beginning of a revolution -- i could feel it, in the hollow center of my bones. a rising tingle that signified the ideals of every computer scientist who ever lived. above the display was a glorified black and white photograph -- Tim Berners-Lee, creator of the Web. his head was turned down, eyes averted from the camera -- a smile of mirth on his mouth, as he moved away in some momentary excitement. he looked grand. in white "futura" letters beneath, it said: "EVOLVE." i, stunned into silence, touched the monitor -- it responded with soothing pulses of light, ascending into a blizzard of color and motion I could not track. then, a low, sonorous voice, neither male nor female, bespoke what white letters had emerged on the monitor (if indeed it was): "Welcome to Tetrahedron." It was only then that I noticed the small box-like sigil embossed into the screen-frame's lower right-hand corner. Closer inspection revealed its lettered content to be: "NeXT 2." I am, at this point, too confused to do anything more. I was not dreaming -- this actually occured. Before the date of that convention, 12/21/02, a Saturday, I had never experienced anything like this . . . "event" which overtook me. What is a "Tetrahedron"? Has anyone heard anything about this? It seems more crazy than anything, at this point. I could not believe my eyes. I still don't. Please provide me whatever information is available -- cull everything within your beck and call. Dredge up everything. I am desperate for information, and the display had been ransacked of its promo pamphlets. All internet searches have yielded no results. Will you, please, help me? My sincerest thanks, -N.T.