4 (french) Werber, Bernard

and noticed it the look me up. The place had to be
abandoned a lazaretto. On my right,
a laboratory bench was littered with bottles smoking,
probably liquid nitrogen. In the center of the room, sat an
old dentist’s chair, in some places broken, and surrounded
by
electrical machinery overcrowded son of twisted and
screens turn signals.
The set looked like a garage tinkerer’s Sunday. To see the
status of devices, controllers and levers rusted, I wonder if
Raoul had not made garbage universities. The screens of
oscilloscopes were cracked, the electrodes of the
cardiographs blackened by age.
However, I myself had used enough laboratories to
determine the vision and impeccable immaculate in movies
always give is generally wrong. In reality, no benches or
nickel blouses just out of the laundry instead of the types
mittees in sweaters in makeshift premises.
A friend working on a subject just as important that the
trajectory of thought through the complexities of brain had
for shelter in a car park located basement of the hospital
where all colliding at Bichat each passage of noisy subway.
For lack of credits, he could gain support for its metal brain