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Thanks
to Malady for his help editing and for ideas.
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The
room started to spin as the blackness enveloped John. I felt as
though my body was being ripped apart, piece by piece, each molecule
separating from all the rest. I lost all sense of what was happening
around me, and my mind focused on the link with him. Suddenly, it
simply disappeared. I don’t know what happened with it. One
moment, I could feel it, and the next there was simply nothing.
For
a long time, I stared at the hologram in horror, but there was
nothing to see. It was entirely black. Was my husband still there? I
couldn’t tell from that at all.
I
looked around, and found everyone staring at me. Dumbly, I asked,
“Could the tricam have burnt out? That was a bright flash.”
For
several minutes, no one answered, then Marc said, “No. The tricam
doesn't use any standard light sensors. It measures the light
differently. There's no way to overload the sensors.”