Deer Country Network

[The video opens with a shot over a man's shoulder as he reaches for the doorknob. He jumps back as soon as his hand touches it and shudders in revulsion.]

Ugh!

[Glancing over his shoulder, his expression shifts from disgust to surprise, as the camera moves sideways slightly. It's clearly his Omen doing the recording, and until now, he had been entirely unaware of it.]

Wait a second - are you broadcasting this to the whole network? Why?

[There isn't an answer, but Martin seems to understand instinctively, because he heaves a long suffering sigh.]

Fine. Does, uh, anyone know how to stop this whole... sense-switching thing? Tasting everything you touch is... well, it's not great. Do you have any idea the number of things you touch in a day that taste awful? I mean, it doesn't even make sense! It's not all the time either. Sometimes it's totally fine, and others... Well, this whole "Congratulations your fingers think they're a tongue now and suddenly you've licked a doorknob!" thing is getting really old.