Curious DiscourseShe peered out at him through a fine, pastel green mist. A head, detached from the body, seeming to float as if by some invisible force, no visible wires or means of support. It was a deeply disturbing sight, and Bremen experienced the unnerving sensation of wandering into the realms of some mad, distorted dream. Steinmann came up close, patting him lightly on the arm. “It's a little disconcerting, Mr Bremen, I realize that. But she can hear you, respond to your questions.”
Bremen couldn't find the words. His eyes became mesmerised on the impossible vision bobbing around in front of him. The head was in some sort of container, Perspex probably, the size of a bedside cabinet, surrounded by the thin green mist. The skull's skin glowed smooth, healthy looking, the lips full.
