dr. yann
From the novel Monopole Before Teddy has a chance to react, a metal door slides closed high up in the distance, sounding like it is connected to the network of walkways levitating above. “Oh good, you’re here,” a familiar voice calls faintly. “We’ve been expecting you.” The sound of a man’s dress shoes on the monomagnetic walkway above grows louder with each step. “We’re so glad you’ve made it this far.” A small figure dressed in dark, shiny clothes, a suit perhaps, traverses
