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"Their what?"

"Reticular formation. It's a portion of the brain stem that, while not exactly the 'seat of consciousness,' is the place where all thoughts and senses are combined into what we think of as consciousness. You could call it the TV's antenna."

Myers reached for another cigarette. "So that's how we learned to tap Consciousness: by experimenting with the placement of these electrodes, by slowly figuring out what should go where, to the point where we had real sound and color images direct from a human brain, even five or ten minutes past the point of clinical death."

"That-that-brain," Laura closed her eyes as she uttered the word, "I saw looked more than a few minutes past."

Myers inhaled deeply, coughed, and reached for his coffee. "Which leads me to the next stage of the project. Once we learned how to tap the RFs of living beings, we applied the same technique to cadavers' brains that we electrically stimulated by placing them in a charged saline solution."

Laura shivered from a sudden chill. "So that brain in my father's office is from a cadaver."

Myers looked away, toward the light. "Not exactly."

Laura leaned forward, her brows raised. "Not exactly? If it's not from a cadaver, then whose brain is it?"

Myers looked down at the remnants of his half-eaten breakfast. "It was with the cadavers' brains that we achieved our goal: that we were finally able to tap Consciousness, beyond the point of death, that we at last had a window on the Great Beyond--"

Laura stretched both arms across the table, placing her hands in Myers's field of vision. "Whose brain is it?"

"Your father didn't tell me the next part of his plan until he showed up at the lab one day with a box--"




















































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