Nausea. To describe the whole situation in one word I would have to choose nausea. The Expo center was packed with societies elite, eagerly waiting the announcement of what the rumor mill had told them to be the most important invention of the decade. The air was cold and damp, like that of a hospital. Barley audible was the most annoying Michael Bolton song that I could imagine. As I got entranced by the dullness of the situation I noticed that the lights were slowly getting dimmer. As Michael Bolton's voice became silent, Dr. Zimmerma ....