The Observer in the Glass
Act I: The Microscope Dr. Margaret Lewis sat in her Princeton office at eleven o'clock on a Thursday night, grading undergraduate philosophy papers that all said essentially the same thing in slightly different words. "Consciousness is an illusion," wrote one student. "But who is illusioned?" wrote another. Margaret put down her red pen and rubbed her eyes. On her desk sat two objects that did...
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