TO TAKE THE WATER DOWN AND GO TO SLEEP
by Frazer Lee
“THE TANK is a safe space in which to heal your psyche, Mr. Roberts.”
Roberts looked at the gunmetal gray cylinder, and frowned.
“It doesn’t look all that safe to me.”
“Senz-dep is state-of-the-art, I assure you,” the white-coated doctor boasted. “Admittedly, we had a few acoustic issues with the second-gen, but this is the third. You’ll feel like you’re floating in space—without the inconvenience of actual space tourism.”
“Not to mention the expense.”
The white-coat just smiled. Whatever his clients had paid, Roberts guessed it might equal the price of a return ticket to the outer atmosphere.
“Your profile is not uncommon. You are at mid-life. Even high-functioning staff have a blip on their record somewhere, and the mid-to-late
