I’m standing inside a dark booth located somewhere in the Flatiron neighborhood of Manhattan, facing a stark array of lights and sensors. It’s a little chilly, which makes sense as I’m not wearing pants or a shirt; both are crumpled on a nearby chair. In the background I can hear voices chatting over an incomprehensible news report on CNN. To my right is a small handle jutting out from wall, featuring a bright red button. I’m supposed to press it.
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