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Show 332 coming, and then when the person who had picked you up looked out the window trying to figure out what you were talking about you could quietly open the door on your side of the car, drop to the ground, and roll under the car, being careful that you didn't lie in the path of one of the tires. Or there were juniper bushes you could roll behind. For that matter the desert out near Fish Springs was pocked with holes and declivites, some of them filled with rusty beer cans. There were lots of places. If there was a wind he wouldn't necessarily hear you open the door. Desert winds could be pretty noisy. Lorin rolled his window down a little more. The wind whipping over the glass made conversation impossible; he wanted to be alone with his thoughts a while longer. One of the things he intended to ask Sorenson before this was over was about the brain's electrical field, because he had always wondered about that. Cats' fur flashed when you stroked it in a dark room, and he wanted to know if it was theoretically possible to elicit a charge from someone's brain, say, if enough hands were moving around on her head and creating friction. If you could generate an electrical impulse that way, it was probably possible to energize the sensory perceptions in the brain enough that you could project them and condense them; you could theoretically make them so highly charged that they continued to work even if you had, say, fainted for some reason, and while the purely physical part of you lay across a sidewalk gathering a crowd the perceptual part of you was still active and functioning. That would be worth knowing, because painting was, after all, a fairly intuitive art, and he had tended to let that part of it slide while he was concentrating on his technique. Since he would be getting back to it soon, it wasn't too early to begin thinking in terms of how the perceptions interacted |
