The hallway was quiet. No paintings or mirrors; only small tables, each containing a simple metal cylinder.
"My gallery," Rualdi explained.
"Not much to look at, is it?" said Mina.
"I don't often have visitors. This display is for me alone." Rualdi brushed his fingers across the gleaming surface of one of the cylinders. "The human brain is an amazing thing," he said, somewhat abruptly. "So powerful, so flexible, and yet so fragile. It takes such a short time of sensory deprivation before sanity fails completely."
They passed out of the hall. The cylinders sat in silent rows behind them.
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