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desires, he missed the twopart final episode of "Star Trek: the Next
Generation."
The next morning Rod was back in the Beasley employment office.
"I'd take the job on one condition," he said.
"We don't do conditions here at Beasley, but I'm willing to listen."
"In my spare time I use your facilities to work on a side research project of
my own."
"What kind of project?"
"A TV remote finder."
"We own all marketing rights outright," the interviewer said quickly.
"Two conditions," said Rod. "I get marketing rights."
After a three-day negotiation involving slamming telephones, harsh words and
veiled death threats, Rod Cheatwood agreed to split marketing rights on
anything he developed with the Sam Beasley Corporation fifty-fifty.
In his first day they explained color therapy to him.
"Color therapy?"
"It's old. It's very old. The Pythagoreans used it to heal the sick. So did
the Greeks and Egyptians. They found that exposing the eyes to different
colors produces different psychological effects on the brain. We discovered it
works. We just need to make it work on a grander scale."
"With lasers?"
"The brighter the color, the better it works. Lasers are as bright as color
gets outside of nature."
"I follow," said Rod Cheatwood, fingering his tufted chin.
"We want you to develop the brightest, most colorful laser light possible."
"We're talking a cold laser here?"
"Yeah. We don't want to burn holes in tourists by accident. It might kill
repeat business."
"An eximer laser system is what you need. But I can't guarantee it will do
what you want."
"We can prove it to you."
"Go ahead."
"You're still unhappy over our contract negotiation?"
"You people," Rod said bitterly, "probably don't bury your dearly departed
dead until you yank the gold fillings from their teeth, sell their bones to
make gelatin and remove the fat for tallow."
Surprisingly they took no offense. One even smiled with a quiet inner
satisfaction.
"How's your blood pressure these days?"
"My blood pressure has been elevated ten points since I started here," Rod
added testily. "And it's only been a day."
"Come with us."
They took him to a sealed chamber in Utiliduck beneath Beasleyland. The door
was labeled Pink Room.
The door was not pink, but when it was opened, the room was certainly pink.
The walls were a mellow pink. Overhead lights shed a warm pink radiance. Even
the recliner chair was pink. And when they closed the door after him, Rod saw
the other side of the door was also pink. He was entirely enveloped in a womb
of pink.
"Sit down," he was told by intercom.
Rod sat. He reclined in his chair and at first he didn't feel anything. After
a few moments he relaxed. Then he really relaxed. His muscles softened. Even
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his bones seemed to soften.
When they came to take him out fifteen minutes later, he didn't want to go.
"Please let me stay a few minutes," Rod begged.
"Fifteen minutes more. But you have to sign a release."
"Anything," Rod said, signing without reading a sheet of paper thrust under
his nose.
After the fifteen minutes were up, he still refused to go. A Beasley doctor
was summoned, a blood-pressure cuff was clamped over his exposed bicep and,
when the doctor announced that his blood pressure was perfect, Rod was
surprised.
"Can I work in there?" he asked.
"No. You won't get anything accomplished."
"I don't mind."
Eventually they had to shut off the lights and leave him alone in the dark
room until he begged to be let out of the Pink Room.
"Our research tells us color therapy works through the second visual
pathway."
"There's more than one?" Rod muttered, staring at a pink spot on the other
man's tie. It brought back calming memories of the Pink Room.
"The first visual pathway goes from the retina to the optic nerve. That's how
we see. But there's a second pathway, a more primitive one, that goes from the
retina to the hypothalamus, which is in the reptile part of the brain."
"Did you say reptile?"
"Evolution has successively added layers to man's brain structure, sort of
like stacking blocks," one of the Beasley boys explained. "The human brain is
stacked atop our animal brain, and under that is the most primitive-the
so-called reptile brain. That's where the second visual pathway leads. Other
than to trigger melanin production, biologists don't know what it's for. But
we've determined that strong primary colors follow this evolutionarily
abandoned pathway to affect the reptile brain in a very primal way."
"I've always hated green. Hated it with a passion."
"Orange makes me nervous. And bright red can trigger seizures in some
epileptics. It's our reptile brains reacting to color stimulation of the
retina. As I say, it's an ancient psuedoscience that's still kicking around.
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