The Sixth Man [antikvár]

"MAKE IT STOP!The man hunched over the cold metál table, his body curled tight, eyes screwed shut, his voice cracking. He sucked in each breath and let it out like it would be his last. Through headphones a fast blast of words filled his ear canals and then flooded his brain. An array of sensors was strapped into a heavy cloth harness that was buck-led over his torso. He alsó wore a cap with electrodes attached that measured his brain waves. The room was brightly lit.With each bite of audio and broadside of videó his body clenched as though staggered by a shot delivered by the heavyweight champ.He started weeping.In an adjacent and darkened room a small group of stunned men watched this scene through a one-way miiror.On the wall inside the room with the sobbing man the screen was eight feet wide and six feet tall. It seemed per-fectly designed for watching NFL football. However, the digital images racing across its face were not huge men in uniform knocking brain cells out of each other. This