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He pulled out onto Sunset and executed a tidy U-turn. They headed back in the direction of the
Mondrian, over asphalt thinly littered with the desiccated biomass of palms.

тАЬIтАЩve been a fan for years,тАЭ Alberto said.

тАЬAlberto is concerned with history as internalized space,тАЭ contributed Odile, from a little too close behind
HollisтАЩs head. тАЬHe sees this internalized space emerge from trauma. Always, from trauma.тАЭ

тАЬTrauma,тАЭ Hollis repeated involuntarily, as they passed the Pink Dot. тАЬStop at the Dot, please, Alberto. I
need cigarettes.тАЭ

тАЬOllis,тАЭ said Odile, accusingly, тАЬyou tell me you are not smoke.тАЭ

тАЬI just started,тАЭ Hollis said.

тАЬBut we are here,тАЭ said Alberto, taking a left at Larrabee and parking.

тАЬWhereтАЩs here?тАЭ Hollis asked, cracking the door and preparing, perhaps, to run.

Alberto looked grave, but not particularly crazy. тАЬIтАЩll get my equipment. IтАЩd like you to experience the
piece, first. Then, if you like, we can discuss it.тАЭ

He got out. Hollis did too. Larrabee sloped steeply down, toward the illuminated flats of the city, so
steeply that she found it uncomfortable to stand. Alberto helped Odile from the backseat. She propped
herself against the Volks and screwed her hands into the front of her sweatshirt. тАЬI am cold,тАЭ she
complained.

And it was cooler now, Hollis noticed, without the warm blast of the wind. She looked up at a graceless
pink hotel that loomed over them, while Alberto, draped in his Pendleton, rummaged in the back of the
car. He came up with a battered aluminum camera case, crisscrossed with black gaffer tape.
A long silver car glided silently past on Sunset, as they followed Alberto up the steep sidewalk.

тАЬWhatтАЩs here, Alberto? What are we here to see?тАЭ Hollis demanded, as they reached the corner. He
knelt and opened the case. The interior was padded with blocks of foam. He extracted something that
she at first mistook for a welderтАЩs protective mask. тАЬPut this on.тАЭ He handed it to her.

A padded headband, with a sort of visor. тАЬVirtual reality?тАЭ She hadnтАЩt heard the term spoken aloud in
years, she thought, as she pronounced it.

тАЬThe hardware lags behind,тАЭ he said. тАЬAt least the kind I can afford.тАЭ He took a laptop from the case and
opened it, powering it up.

Hollis put the visor on. She could see through it, though only dimly. She looked toward the corner of
Clark and Sunset, making out the marquee of the Whiskey. Alberto reached out and gently fumbled with
a cable, at the side of the visor.

тАЬThis way,тАЭ he said, leading her along the sidewalk to a low, windowless, black-painted fa├зade. She
squinted up at the sign. The Viper Room.

тАЬNow,тАЭ he said, and she heard him tap the laptopтАЩs keyboard. Something shivered, in her field of vision.