The machine sat on Richard Vane's desk in a small apartment on West...

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The machine sat on Richard Vane's desk in a small apartment on West Eighty-Sixth Street, and it looked exactly like what it was: a thing made by human hands that had somehow learned to do something no human hand should have taught it to do.

It was not large. Perhaps the size of a gramophone, though it bore no resemblance to one in function. Brass tubes curved into glass chambers, and within those chambers, light moved in patterns that Richard could almost describe in mathematical terms if he pushed hard enough. But the pushing always gave him a headache, so he stopped pushing. Clara sat on the edge of his desk, her legs swinging,...

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