“Our robots would lie in bed, which was a piece of foam rubber on the floor, and watch the movies on the ceiling. You know what I mean by ‘our robots’?” “Of course,” I said. “Sort of like your bodies, as opposed to your minds, which were by then separate entities.” “Hey, you’ve been there, Hec.” “Hey,” I said. “We didn’t have black lights or much in the way of psychedelic posters or the other hip decor. We didn’t need it; we were seeing the real thing. We played Hendrix, Door