The Infinite Poem
The eyes began to glow on a Tuesday in November, 1897. Arthur de Vernou did not notice at first. He was too absorbed in the apparatus before him—a tangle of copper coils and glass vacuum tubes and crystalline antennas that occupied the center of his underground laboratory beneath the rue des Martyrs. The device hummed with a frequency that was barely audible, a sound that lived at the edge of...
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