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It was dark on campus when we returned, and none of the grad students except Albert were hanging around the lab anymore. Either they weren’t interested in the nighttime session, or the professor hadn’t told them there would even be one.
He and I sat in the sound-proof booth while Albert monitored us from next door in the observation room.
“You read about remote viewing in my book?” the professor asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Is that what we’re going to do?”
“I thought it would be a good next step.” The professor had brought in a pad of paper and a pencil with him. Now I understood why.
“I want you to remember,” he said, “that remote viewing has nothing to do with being psychic or having any kind of what people would consider paranormal powers.”
I remembered all that. He and his team tes
