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the trance is treasured for a lifetime. Though his parents
appreciated his talents as a gifted scientist, he claimed to have
revealed this secret to no one but me. As I mulled this
consideration, he brought a small glass half filled with wate r
and suggested I quench my thirst with any flavor I could
imagine, much better than drinks his father produced with
myrtle extracts and aromatic essences fro m all over the globe.
It was during one of my visits to his lab that Happy Joe
achieved his conclusive research, using me as a guinea pig ; I
succeeded to imagine tasting flavors of exotic fruit without
actually consuming anything whatsoever. He had continued his
paranormal tests while supplementing his income as best he
could to determine the medicinal qualities of the various
vegetative sa mples in his possession, or that were sent to him
by interested parties, paying customers. I carefully guarded his
secret because neither one of us wanted him to be treated as a
freak. It was not until the next morning that we got down to the
business of this meeting.
The urgency of the present visit has set goals in a project to
image the human mind using voice recording and filming
equip ment. The idea would be to associate body language and
facial expression to the thoughts being processed real time in
one's mind, The thesis suggests the aim of which is an effort to
determine the language of survival inherent to the livin g
creature, to all the ele ments participating in compilations,
combinations, and co mputation of the universe . His excite ment
and the acco mmodations overwhelmed me . Alas, he is Happ y
Joe where I'm always in for an out of the world experience. Two
things I demanded of him, the first being that he promise no
harm could come to me, and secondly, that my na me would
appear in any publication of results.
As we ascend to his multimedia studio, he offered a n
apologetic re minder that I'm not at liberty to reveal anything o f
what I'll hear, see, touch, taste, or smell. My solemn
reassurances were offered that nary a word would I utter as long
as restrained from doing so. A glance in the eye of the electronic
ignition initiates the operation; which he called, "the blink of a n
eye." Extreme fascination overco mes my senses as images,
photos, and film clips appear on screening devices . Although
I'm familiar with motion sensors and similar hardware , not to
the degree of experiencing lifelike feeling that imbues the air,
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