The Voice, by Paul Fitzgerald and Elizabeth Gould

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The idea stopped me cold. "Biologically enhanced
products?"

Rick waved a hand dismissively. "Come with me, I'll
introduce you to Perry."

Rick had me follow him down the hall and into the
elevator, then down the glass tube to one of the numerous
levels of sub-basement. Below were a labyrinth of glass
walled corridors beyond which could be seen huge banks of
computers blinking in the darkness. The entire scene gave
the impression of one huge machine and after walking for
what seemed five minutes we came to a set of steel doors.
Inside, a young man sat motionless, staring vacantly at a
bank of monitors as his hands grasped a small black machine
with shiny gold letters that read Dream Catcher.

"Perry is our guinea pig. Right now he's battling Kirk
Douglas in Sparticus," Rick said, his voice echoing off the
empty walls. "Next he'll have a drink at Rick's cafe with
Humphrey Bogart and Claude Rains, have a dance with Julia
Roberts and maybe even go to bed with Marilyn Monroe."

I glanced at the monitors as Rick removed the Dream
Catcher from Perry's lap and withdrew what seemed like a
small glass marble. Then, replacing the marble with one
drawn from his pocket I watched as the image of a sneering
Douglas, was replaced with Bogart.

Rick marveled at the image of the young intern from
Sussex as he postured in front of Claude Rains. "Imagine the
possibilities of this. Look at him. He's entirely lost in
it. Just like a dream."

I had to admit I was amazed. It was like watching a
dream, only it wasn't a dream, it was an old movie but with
a whole new cast of characters. "What is it?" I asked. "How
do you do this?"