by Thomas Purcell

Created on: September 29, 2009   Last Updated: October 02, 2009

The coffee felt warm in his hands as he looking into the double mirrored glass from his chair in the lab. On a cold Chicago morning there was simply something deeply satisfying about a warm cup of coffee in your hands- even if he was in a warmly heated lab room. Lab rooms were kind of like that too, cold and not very endearing, but then, that's the nature of science.

Lester nestled a little bit further down into the padded chair and took another sip of the coffee as the technicians hooked up more monitoring gadgets to his forehead and arm. At least they were treating him properly for a guinea pig, since they were only paying him 10 dollars for the day. The coffee slipped down again and left a warm fuzzy feeling in his midsection as the doctor came into the room.

"Good morning Lester, are you ready for today?" he smiled and leaned in adjusting some of the electrodes on Lester's brow with his gnarled knuckled hand. Dr. Morton was the kind of crazy old gentleman looking doctor that you see in the movies, right down to the straggly grey hair and crooked spectacles. Why do college psychology professors always look this way? Did they put it in their resume?

"Morning doc. Yah, I'm pretty ready, although I'm not totally sure what to expect about the whole matter. You want to take this?" Lester replied, handing the coffee to the technician still futzing around with the electrodes and cuff on his other arm.

The small technician smiled and took the cup away.

"Yes, yes, now do you want me to go through this again? " Morton said as he picked up the clipboard attached to the chair, lowering the glasses down so he could see through their bifocal bottoms.

"Okay doc, he replied, squishing himself down further into the padded chair." Better than home he thought.

Morton kept looking through the clipboard of charts and papers as he explained things. "Well, yesterday we mapped out your memory patterns of your most..well..vivid memories, as you recall. With this map of your patterns we will be able to completely duplicate the experience again to you.except WE will be in control rather than your subconscious using the headset there." He pointed to an elaborate steel truss like headset on the table. It was wired with rather large cables to an extensive array of computers around the room.

"Yes, my beloved Annie, a trip we took years ago to Los Angeles. Well, my ex-wife Annie" Lester sighed.

"Back when things were good with you, correct?" Morton responded, rather non-chalantly as if

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