I remember those nights, planning technologies that didn’t exist yet, outsider science, futurist dreaming, half-magical.

I was building another science, my science, wild science, robots and lasers and disembodied brains.

A science that buzzed and glowed, sprout garish glowing creations in the remotest parts of the world, domes and towers and architectural fever dreams.

And it was angry. It was mad science.