The Distant Temple
The machine hums. It is a low, constant tone that vibrates in your teeth. You sit in the chair. The leather is cold. You are the operator. You are also the subject. This is the protocol. You check the dials. The voltage is set to maximum. The current flows through the copper wires. It enters the helmet. It leaves the body. You feel the heat. It spreads from your temples to your fingertips. You...
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