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put-output device. I also thought I saw
something like electrodes glued to at least a dozen places on
his body. The other thing I noticed was that he was dead.
Oddly enough, there was no odor, no oppressive feeling,
seemingly no decay at all, though there was no telling how
long he had been there. Instead, there was a sense of pure
excitement, which I could not help sharing. This sensation
was incredibly strong. I noticed between his hands a small
notebook. I took a quick look and found it to be some sort
of diary, which I instinctively pocketed. On the floor by
Mike were innumerable empty Chinese restaurant containers and
packages of stale twinkies. On either side of his computer
were two large piles of fanfold paper, each about three
inches thick. On top of one was scrawled "AE--Artificial
Eroticism," on the other "Manual of the `X' Language."
Despite my excitement--or perhaps because of it--I knew I had
to act quickly. I was very probably the first one to
discover Mike's death, and I had to act responsibly. I
picked up the phone, which had been working perfectly all
along, and asked
to be connected with the local police. I explained to them
as best as I co
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