(Image this week provided by Lexi , original source unknown...but doesn't it look like an advertisement?) She was tall and slim, dark and pretty; he, short and round, bearded and bespectacled. They stared out the windows, side by side, looking down at the world below. Their vantage point accorded them a 360-degree view of the teeming streets. How does it work? she wanted to know. I haven't the slightest idea, really. The neuroanatomists and chemists and physiologists who developed it could explain it, but every time they tried, my eyes glazed over. Not interested in the technical side of things, eh? Guilty as charged. All I care about is, does it work? I guess we'll know soon enough, won't we? The transmitter was hooked up last night. Where is it? Ground floor level, disguised as a streetlamp. Her hand reached out, closed around the switch on the pedestal nearby. She hesitated. Is this right? His hand closed over hers, squeezing it gently. Our culture is too repressed. ...