The Man Who Melted (2013)
“The partition had been slid back, revealing the oval shape of the gaming table and doubling the size of the wood-paneled room. The dealer and the gamesmaster sat on each side of the long table that lay between the opponents. The dealer was a young man with an intense, roundish face and straight black hair cut at the shoulders; he was most likely in training to become a gamesmaster.
The gamesmaster's face was hidden by a black cowl; he would be hooked into the game. He explained the rules, activated the psycondutors, and the game began. Joan and Pfeiffer were once again hooked in, but there was no contact, as yet, with the man and woman across the table.
Pfeiffer cleared his mind, just as if he were before lasers or giving an interview or teaching. He had learned to cover his thoughts, for, somehow, he had always felt they could be seen, especially by students and those who wanted to hurt him politically and on the job.
White thought, he called it, because it was similar to... white noise; he had once told Raymond about his technique, but the crazy fool could only use it as a title for one of his techtonic sculptures.MoreLess
The gamesmaster's face was hidden by a black cowl; he would be hooked into the game. He explained the rules, activated the psycondutors, and the game began. Joan and Pfeiffer were once again hooked in, but there was no contact, as yet, with the man and woman across the table.
Pfeiffer cleared his mind, just as if he were before lasers or giving an interview or teaching. He had learned to cover his thoughts, for, somehow, he had always felt they could be seen, especially by students and those who wanted to hurt him politically and on the job.
White thought, he called it, because it was similar to... white noise; he had once told Raymond about his technique, but the crazy fool could only use it as a title for one of his techtonic sculptures.MoreLess
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