The “art” embodiment of the moment an honest sneer morphs into a fake smile. So powerfully does it radiate saccharine contempt, thick and black like candy coated tar, that to look at it for more than a few seconds is to hear the nightmare chittering of a trillion hateful insects presenting their best human face. Corporate Memphis is the closest thing the real world has to 40K’s chaos sigils, in that putting any up on a wall drives people to insanity and is an invitation to ruinous powers.