Applied Minds

I drove down a street in the North Hollywood area. The buildings were a non-descript industrial façade with no brands or company names whatsoever. Just a row of street numbers making it possible for the acolyte to find the destination. The lobby was a cramped space, with a friendly greeter, but the walls did not make right angles. “We have your NDA, so I just have to verify that you are a U.S. Citizen.”

A bearded mage with a sparkle in his eye appeared, and gestured to the open door. It led to a dead-end closet of a room, with barely enough space for both of us if he were to follow me in. The rear half of the room snugly fit a red phone booth, and he told me to carry on and say hello. So I went to the phone, lifted the handset to my face, and said hello. The entire back of the room swung open to the view you see here.

Cameras were strictly forbidden, so this is all I can say about one of the most magical mystery tours of techno delights that I have ever seen…