Excerpt from Hyperthought, Chapter One

Merida strutted around like a flirty bar singer, lifting her beer glass. "You've browsed the Science Channel, sí? The physicists know that nothing is solid. This beer, this room, even you, my excellent friends. Just waves of energy. Transient particles. Vibrating loops in vast empty space."

Her eyes smoldered with emotion, and my clients unconsciously leaned toward her. "How do you define the present moment? You can't. It has no dimension. Everything has occurred in the past. We think we remember. But memories - they're only phantom chains of molecules woven in our brains. If we can't trust our senses or our memories, how do we know what's real? What if we're caught in a maze within our own dreaming brains?"

Merida let the silence lengthen. She pranced among her listeners in the elevated boots that made her seem taller. Slicing her eyes back and forth, she held them spellbound. "What if only one of you is real, and all the rest of us are characters in your dream?" Then she leaned forward and hissed, "You already know the truth!"...

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