I awoke in a cold room with high ceilings
and generous windows paned in colored glass.
In the corner were over two dozen full-sized forms
of human bodies cast in plaster, marble, and brass.
From the ceiling hung countless beautifully
sculpted arms and legs of every color and size,
and the walls were paneled with life-like floating faces
so realistic they might have blinked their eyes.
At the far end of the room was a long
table strewn with a mess of metal parts,
and in haphazard piles were stacks of various
sketches and electrical circuitry charts.
Below on the floor was a massive tangle of wires
like a gigantic mechanical tumbleweed.
Notes were scrawled on every surface in hurried
handwriting that I could barely read.
In the center of the clutter were three different
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