One of the doll’s eyes wasn’t closing anymore. It hadn’t worked properly since the last time it was thrown to the ground. The doll was very plain. Only a small dress covered the grungy body. At one time, the dress would have shown a wonderfully bright-white flower, a cartoonish daisy with a silly smile across the short yellow disk florets, which had probably been a big selling point for the doll. The tattered arm of this relic dangled from the small pale hand of the young girl who was caring f. . .

Nobody would have imagined that behind the eye-catching, heart-shaped frame holding those dark lenses there stood a revolutionary theory about measuring the grade of emotional affinity between people. Nor would they have figured the countless hours of arduous experimentation; but, according to what Dr. Masterton had told us, innumerable journals and four years of exhaustive research had been necessary before such a light prototype was achieved.

It seems appropriate to give a brie. . .