April 16, 2002

The SuMeter

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You walk into a cold, steely gray room. A puce three-cushion couch sits against one wall — itself ironically waiting to be sat on. The walls are bare and as your eyes wander to the opposite wall, you notice a rather large object. There it stands a mighty six-feet-tall and two-feet-wide. Talk to it, and it will answer your life’s questions. Knock it, and it will deck you. Stroke it, and it will give you a surprise. What is it, you wonder? It’s the SuMeter