a pretty older woman named Laurel told him that his thoughts were being collected
in a small jar
she told him to sit in a golden soft chair
and a movie projected itself on a huge blue screen
words appeared.first on the screen
and than in his mind
a loving voice that wrapped around him like a soft cocoon

      the words           DOME INTERNATIONAL
                   " the end is just the beginning"
sputtered through visions of doves and angels ,sputtered through feelings of flight and ecstasy that Cole had never felt in waking life
Up he went into clouds of warmth and light swimming through the advertisement like a like a god


a soft fade out from within him
a soft landing towards the chair

a smiling  Laurel appeared with a mug  of hot  chocolate.  Handing him a pamphlet that read

the INFINITY CONTRACT
 "all we ask for is your soul"

Cole gulped and looked at Laurel who reassuringly put her arm around him.Leading him to a chair opposite a large desk full of files                    
"The Process,"Laurel said" is rigorous
but it's the only way
to collect bits of your thoughts and memories and consciousness
we file it away here or in our offices in St Paul or Sarasota
we keep it forever
it will be safe with us
the goal is to render this collection of fMRI neural data into what we call "forms of the future"
currently all we can do is holography,in a few decades who knows.perhaps something more cell based,"she shrugged

"Feel my arm," she said.
 Cole did.it felt like a real arm.
"touchable holography,we have our own satellite,ultrasonic waves,much better density than Proxy or that shit Honeywell is working on.Pardon my French"

"I passed on in 2008"she whispered"complications from  opiates,truthfully I was getting old....I'm not the only one who checks out early for the looks.Watch"

Cole watched Laurel instantly morph into a younger perfect form of herself  .

"who controls the projections?"Cole asked.

Laurel's  expression changed as well as her pleasant demeanor"who controls your projections?"she asked,"what a presumptuous thing to ask.You know nothing about anything,I knew a man like you.Asked too many questions .A bad Process as well,died of a heart attack.a bad dream they say.His Mentor decided to turn him into a cockroach for the rest of his contract."


 Cole heard himself scream

Evan monitored Cole's dream carefully.
it was his first attempt at being a Muralist.
He was carefully to monitor Cole's physical circuitry during REM as to both maintain maximum emotional impact as well as enough of a vascular balance not to induce stroke or embolism