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My new office has a light. The light does a very good job of making the office feel as though it is deep underground in some bunker, where I am the sole survivor. Away from windows that might allow ingress of the zombies that have destroyed civilization.
But these glooms can be dispelled by the
simulacrum of the sun! Full spectrum lights are not new: yes, yes, glowing tubes, very good. I want to believe that light is the sun.
This light is framed in a square behind gentle frosting to conceal its true nature. Behind the light is a blue background which reflects a portion of the light in the colors of the sky.
Roof!
http://www.dlackey....s/bravenewworld.pdf
[bungston, Jul 19 2013]
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// The light does a very good job of making the office feel as though it is deep underground in some bunker, // |
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/The liftman was a small simian creature, dressed in the black tunic of an Epsilon-Minus Semi-Moron. |
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He flung open the gates. The warm glory of afternoon sunlight made him start and blink his eyes. "Oh, roof!" he repeated in a voice of rapture. He was as though suddenly and joyfully awakened from a dark annihilating stupor. "Roof!" |
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He smiled up with a kind of doggily expectant adoration into the faces of his passengers. Talking and laughing together, they stepped out into the light. The liftman looked after them. |
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"Roof?" he said once more, questioningly. |
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Then a bell rang, and from the ceiling of the lift a loud speaker began, very softly and yet very imperiously, to issue its commands. |
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"Go down," it said, "go down. Floor Eighteen. Go down, go down. Floor Eighteen. Go down, go …" |
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The liftman slammed the gates, touched a button and instantly dropped back into the droning twilight of the well, the twilight of his own habitual stupor. / |
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//zombies that have destroyed civilization. |
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What civilisation? Please point at it for me. |
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