Lyle squinted his eyes out of habit—it was, after all, the Church of Holy Light. Bursting with brightness the moment the door opened, blinding him, was something he had experienced several times already.
Odd, today's brightness was dimmer. Was Mr. Raymond not present? Or had he finally realized the importance of energy conservation and emission reduction?
Before he could think more about it, images drilled into his eyes. Information processed through his retina burst in his neural center, stupefying Lyle. His palm, poised to push the door, stiffened just a bit, suppressing the urge to close the door and run. Swallowing hard, full of questions, Lyle entered the chapel.
