...does he want to go, I wander? My brain is working overtime. My skull-domiciled well-oiled machine, whose parts are in metallic shine, impeccable, u... ...iled machine, whose parts are in metallic shine, impeccable, unerring, impervious to pain. Machines don't ache this brother, sprawled on the couch,... ...ght but way obese. His wild stubble and wire glasses accentuate his burliness, the towering machinery, the vaulted chamber. "The Cyclops's Cave", I ... ... what could go wrong with such a name? Partly to find out, I left my voice in her answering machine. Her message served only to enhance my interest....