Had he been less scared he could have described his terror beyond the precision of poet and the suggestiveness of actor, for he knew the more intricate arts of neurochemical and microelectrode, of gene regulation and wetware code. He had to: he was a feelings designer for the rich and famous, who had always sought for genuinely new ones and now the technology had finally caught up with their desire.
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