What Now?
Washington, D. C., May, 2028
Keith met McCabe at the same coffee shop and sat at the same table as the last time. They both had the same drink.
"I hope you have some news, Ratcliff. My people are getting antsy."
Keith told him what they had. "It's not what you were looking for. The audio seems to be doing nothing so far, but it's a start."
McCabe leaned over the table. “Clarify something for me. You mean you can actually see the dreams?"
"Yes. The images are a little fuzzy, but the videos are recognizable. And it's worked on every patient we've tried it on."
"And why is that significant?"
"Because trials almost never work on all the patients."
McCabe sipped his coffee, not talking.
"I know it's not what you wanted, Senator, but—"
"Forget about what I wanted. This has c
