A modern American university. Tall glass and concrete buildings nestled amongst rolling greens and a small park.
Students carrying books and tote bags hurry to class.
The equipment in this room reminds me disturbingly of Arecibo, and of Scully's abduction. Of something else that happened that I can't quite remember, and of a warning that Deep Throat gave me shortly before his murder. Both of them look in fascination through the one-way mirror into a harshly lit laboratory room. The cables run into a series of expansion interfaces crammed tightly into the computer. A perfectly formed three dimensional image of a waffle slowly begins to rotate on the display as a texture-mapped simulacrum of maple syrup pours from the top of the screen.