Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: 33 and tightly bound clusters of fibre-optic cables sprouted from the oval of silver metal, forming a physical link between the man and the state-of-the-art computer built-in to the rear of the unit. "You're okay." Silverstein mumbled as he checked that the critical linkage had not been loosened by unconscious muscle spasms. Fitting the drop-down flap back into position, Silverstein made his way back up the line of Estabrooks, checking that each man was still on-line. The highly sophisticated electronic stimulation of the brain that the agents were receiving could be used to induce any number of effects. Both real and perceived. "Okay guys, get some rest." Silverstein told his senseless audience. Pausing in the doorway he clicked off the room lights. "Reshaping commences at 0600 hours." He ...
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