The Voice, by Paul Fitzgerald and Elizabeth Gould
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"So you alter the wave?"
For the first time Rick smiled. "And the dream
automatically projects itself outside your head. Nobody else
can see it. But to you it's just as real as reality itself.
All those tales about gods and goddesses, mythical monsters
and giants? Well, we found out how it works."
So absorbed in the dream, Perry barely even noticed as
Rick took the small black box from his hands and flipped the
off-switch causing an effect that was nearly as startling as
the dream itself.
In an instant the room seemed to collapse in on itself,
folding along crystalline lines like a triangle, from three
dimensions to two and then to one until we were again
surrounded by cold steel walls and the banks of blinking
"Without the signal, its only a dream in your head. With
the signal it's reality," Rick said as an annoyed Perry
shook himself awake.
The idea was sinking in. Neuro-chemists, physicists,
psychologists and philosophers had been bouncing around new
ideas on reality for most of the decade and the jury was
still out as to exactly what "it" was. In fact, the more the
eninters of the physical world, the physicists studied it,
the less substantial any reality seemed. Now, with the new
capabilities of electronics, the human race was on the verge
of escaping its own sense of material being and men like
Gilbert De Clare were wiring the world, waiting like new
gods to escort us on our trip.
"But how did it get out of my head?"
Rick nervously ran his hand through his hair. "That's the
part we didn't plan for. It just happened. We think its some
latent capacity in the brain for projecting what we think is
reality. We call it the restructuration effect."