“I think it’s unfair,” Nezla said. “That robot’s sendin’ you to certain death.”
Sora, who had so far gone through the meeting stretched out with her eyes closed, now chose to speak. “People have survived it,” she said.
“Have they?” Nezla turned to Vini for confirmation.
“Yes, but would to Hippocrates I knew how. Just pulling a person out of the booth doesn’t do any good—once the Dream patterns are set up in the brain, they form a self–perpetuating cycle. Maybe the booth alters brain chemistry slightly to make the Dreaming a permanent thing. Our own knowledge of the way the brain works is so comparatively shoddy we can’t reverse the process ourselves. They’ve tried shock treatment, lobotomies, and other forms of surgery without result.”
“But you said some people survived it,” Nezla repe
