AT PRECISELY 9:00 A.M., Jason's executive assistant handed him his morning espresso as he stepped into Cyril's wood-paneled office.
"Good morning, Cyril. Had your coffee yet today?"
Cyril grunted without looking up. "Had mine two hours ago. I'm prepping for the meeting with our limited partners. It's only a week away, you know."
"I know. Don't worry. I'll have the partners' greedy little hearts going pitter-pat when I tell them about Neuroscape."
"Ahhh, the game," Cyril said and lifted his gaze in a narrow-eyed smirk.
Jason raised his cup of espresso over Cyril's desk to capture his attention. "Cyril, our investment in Neuroscape is about more than a game. When the wearer of the neural-stimulus helmet sips from a simulated cup of coffee, action potentials are raised in the helmet's ne
