ABSTRACT
The roadmaster turned off Mound Road and stopped at the Tech Center security gate. Though it was still under construction, Will loved this place, loved the way architects … had made you feel as though you were leaving the past behind you when you paused here under the high flat roof that floated over the security gate. Everything was sharp and clean and right. … The uniformed guard waved the Buick through, into a world of orderly engineering and design studios, research laboratories, ponds and fountains, and the auditorium with its shimmering silver-domed roof that gave it the look of a flying saucer poised to take-off. … This was where people were paid to dream and experiment and create, and Will couldn’t wait to get inside. 1
