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Show 213 seeing parts. And seeing activity. And seeing any number of population, groupings, machines. And what Hunt was trying to do was ^ee # , jee it, ^ee the whole of it, see not judge. And there was so much detail, tiny interconnecting parts. And that was when he woke on his bed at the lodge and above his bandages saw his family. Leah, Sean, Todd, his father: They were all in the air, above him, bent, all concerned. And it was like a painting he had seen once, surgeons over a patient in an etherdome; Hunt couldn't remember the painter, but it had that same anticipiation, same gathered questions of healing. Hunt had never seen his family look quite that way. "He hooked you," one of them said. It was startling. |
