The Equator Room
The room was white. Not the warm white of fresh paint or the soft white of cloud light, but the cold white of a hospital, of a laboratory, of a place where things were examined and dissected and the dissection did not stop at the skin. Dr. Arthur Pendleton stood in the center of the room and looked at the walls. They were covered with electrodes—small silver discs arranged in a grid pattern,...
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