The Paradox Factor
Sitting inside the small black box within the rat's cage is a little blue piece of string.
You see nothing but light brown hair as a Jill wraps her arms around you. You hug back as you hear Bill, Scott and Terry screaming in excitement.
"This calls for some champagne!", Scott shouts from behind the computer screen.
The lab is still buzzing with left-over energy as the machines are shutting down.
The neural screen was a success. There was Rocky the Rat sitting in his cage as though nothing had happend.
Terry continues to smile as he reaches out a hand to hold Rocky still and places the end of the stethoscope to the small rodent's chest.
You see nothing but light brown hair as a Jill wraps her arms around you. You hug back as you hear Bill, Scott and Terry screaming in excitement.
"This calls for some champagne!", Scott shouts from behind the computer screen.
The lab is still buzzing with left-over energy as the machines are shutting down.
The neural screen was a success. There was Rocky the Rat sitting in his cage as though nothing had happend.
Terry continues to smile as he reaches out a hand to hold Rocky still and places the end of the stethoscope to the small rodent's chest.