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| | Down The Rabbit Hole: April 2005 |
 | | Now, as George and LydiaHadley stood in the center of the room, the walls began to purr and recedeinto crystalline distance, it seemed, and presently an African veldtappeared, in three dimensions, on all sides, in color reproduced to thefinal pebble and bit of straw. |
 | | So George Hadley, bemused, sat watching the dining-room tableproduce warm dishes of food from its mechanical interior."We forgot the ketchup," he said."Sorry," said a small voice within the table, and ketchup appeared.As for the nursery, thought George Hadley, it won't hurt for thechildren to be locked out of it awhile. |
 | | Hadley screamed.And suddenly they realized why those other screams bad soundedfamiliar."Well, here I am," said David McClean in the nursery doorway, "Oh,hello." He stared at the two children seated in the center of the open gladeeating a little picnic lunch. |
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