someone as mellow as Chuck Brenton.
âAll right, Doc. Why donât you go get a cup of tea or something? Euge and I will upload the material for the meeting.â
Chuck nodded and stepped back from the BPM, looking like a kid who was leaving his pet at an animal shelter.
âDoc,â said Dice. âTea.â
âNo tea.â Chuck turned to Sara. âIâd like to take you over to gamma lab for an MRI.â
âIf it will make you feel better, sure.â
âMaking me feel better is not the point. I have to be sure weâre not damaging your brain, Sara. I have to be sure.â
She shrugged. âOkay. Iâll tell you what. Iâll go for the MRI right now if youâll let Tim and me sit in on the meeting tonight.â
âThatâs highly irregular,â said Eugene.
One corner of Saraâs mouth tilted upward. âSo are my brain waves.â
Chuck and Eugene exchanged glances, and then Chuck acquiesced. He led Sara from the room.
As she slipped through the door, she turned and gave Tim a double thumbs-up.
THERE WAS NOTHING DANGEROUS-LOOKING IN Saraâs MRI, though there was an overall marked increase in activity in the frontal lobe on both sides. Even as she lay in the resonance tube, working out a series of problems in her head, her brain showedactivity across a larger area than it had during her last MRI two weeks earlier.
What does that mean? Is it an artifact of the way her brain worked? Or is it something we caused by subjecting her to the rigors of the program?
Or is it both?
Chuck went into the meeting not knowing how to interpret the results of either the experiment or Saraâs MRI. Heâd studied neurology for nearly a decade and could say without hubris that he was one of the ten most knowledgeable people on the planet about the subject. And yet this was something so new, it made him feel like a rank undergrad reading his first MRI plot.
âSo what youâre saying,â Matt said when Chuck and his team had finished their purely factual description of the situation, âis that Sara has started producing a new brain patternâone weâve never seen before. Iâm impressed.â
âIâm not sure thatâs what weâre saying,â argued Chuck. âWhat we may be saying is that the machinery is creating a sort of feedback loop and exciting Saraâs brain to unusual activity.â
âThereâs nothing wrong with the machinery,â said Dice quietly.
âWe donât knowââ
âYes, we do know,â Dice said. âWhatever is happening, itâs not happening because of the hardware or the software. The hardware is fine, and the software is only reading what Saraâs brain is outputtingâa wave in the seven-megahertz range. The wave is a legitimate neurological event thatâs originating in Saraâs brain. Hell, Chuck, youâre a neurologist. Why canât you accept this?â
Sara, who was seated next to Chuck at the table, leaned in and tried to capture his gaze. âWhat he said. Itâs me, Doc. Iâm doing it. I can even feel it when I get into the state thatâs producing the pattern.â
âYou can feel it?â Chuck asked, locking eyes with her. âYoudidnât mention that before. In what sense can you feel it? A headacheââ
âNothing like that. Itâs . . . look, have you ever ridden a horse?â
He laughed. âNo.â It was about as emphatic as heâd ever said anything.
âFine. But you know about riding horses, right? That some people do it?â
Chuck nodded, slightly amused.
âWell, thereâs a moment when a horse is at a full gallop and hits its stride, and suddenly you canât feel the individual hoofbeats anymore or the movement of the animal under you. Itâs as if youâre riding on the airâsmooth, flowing. Thatâs what this felt like. It was that kind of
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