The room is set up like always, just the Professor and I and a few empty chairs. He attaches electrodes to my head and we begin.
When we are done for the day The Professor shows me the readings that the various machines had been taking- graphs and charts that I pretend to understand. Iโm too tired to listen to what he is saying, but nod as he shows what my brain had looked like during the whole ordeal. It looks a lot less frightening when itโs reduced to bright colours on a sheet of paper.
“Do you see that, right there?” he points to a spike in the data that I’d have to be blind to miss.
“Yes.”
“That’s where you almost did it, that’s where you almost made contact with the Other Side.” His eyes are glistening with excitement. The paper trembles in his hand. “Ah well,” he smiles at me. “There’s always tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” I nod. I don’t tell him that I didn’t almost get to the Other Side. I don’t tell him that the empty chairs are now occupied.
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Break on through.
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