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didn’t have my face melted off by a pigeon. Hermosa was a way worse scene than some stupid creepy basement in a factory.
    Fortunately, zee chamber in zee basement was nothing like I had imagined. We descended a perfectly normal enclosed staircase and passed through a door into an open and well-lit space. It looked more like an artist’s loft than a dank industrial basement.
    It was almost the exact opposite of dank. It bordered on pleasant and warm. It was definitely clean. We were standing on cherry parquet flooring. There was a drafting table and stool and two Apple computers sitting atop two black Ikea desks. The desks were so new there were a few assembly stickers visible as we walked past.
    The lighting was warm and sufficient, provided by a mixture of overhead lamps in brushed metal fixtures and standing lamps that seemed chosen to go along with a whimsical set of purple couches. I think I even heard soft music playing. Distant strains of Feist.
    “Not vat you expected, ja?” Anders laughed, detecting my surprise. “Come, I show you zee chamber.”
    The chamber was a separate room that resembled a racquetball court. It had three white walls, a white ceiling with starkly bright recessed lighting, and a one-way glass back wall and door. In the center of the room was a chair that looked like an ergonomic dentist’s chair. It was black and articulated, with a foot rest and padded armrests. It looked creepy, but also very comfortable. Good lumbar support.
    I pressed my palms against the glass to get a better look and I realized that the white walls were not walls at all. They were made from floor-to-ceiling strips of a faintly iridescent white fabric stretched taught over a metal framework.
    “What are the walls?” I asked.
    “Ooh, you vill see.” Anders had taken a seat behind one of the Apple computers. “Come sit down. Vee must talk before you go into zee chamber.”
    “I’m not going to sit down in there and end up on a beach talking to my space dad, am I?” I asked as I took a seat.
    “No, of course not,” Anders said with complete seriousness.
    He had somehow missed my insanely clever reference to the movie Contact . My opinion of him was plummeting.
    “Before ve begin I must know vie you have come here to see zee chamber,” Anders said. “Vat do you vant to learn from me?”
    “I want to learn why people become who they become on the Internet,” I replied.
    Anders nodded.
    “I want to know if the online personality is distinct from the person in the real world,” I continued. “Whether they create an idealized self or whether their environment shapes—”
    “Ooh, ja, this is the key!” Anders interrupted. “Nature verzez zee nurturing. Do zee lonely become strange from seeking a sense of belonging or is it like-minded individuals they seek? Forget zee uzzer questions. Zee real question is when zee man is given a choice of identity does eet spring from zem or from zee surroundings?”
    “Attraction versus actualization?” I asked.
    “Ja, something link that. Und why do you think zee chamber can help you answer your questions?”
    I wasn’t really sure how to answer. I wasn’t even sure about zee chamber’s intended purpose. I needed a starting point for my journey through the Internet’s subcultures and since I wasn’t going to be offering any insight I thought I could hijack some from a real expert. My search for an Internet sociologist, psychologist, or anthropologist in my area had eventually brought me to Anders Zimmerman’s fairly obscure work.
    “I don’t know,” I finally said. “You claimed to be working on a diagnostic tool and I thought I could subject myself to it.”
    “Nein,” Anders replied. “Not diagnosis. Experimentation. I am not a medical doctor, I am a researcher. I am observer. I do not treat.”
    “So you tell me. How does the chamber work?”
    “Ooh.” Anders stood. “You vant to find out, ja? First, some rules for you, Herr Parsons.”
    He settled