My latest story on Wired.com is about my experience as a neuroscience guinea pig at a lab in San Francisco:
I feel like the hoodlum Alex in Stanley Kubrick’s A Clockwork Orange:
My head is held steady by a chin strap, while two technicians grease my
scalp with conductive gel and slip on a cap bristling with electrodes.
I’m about to have my brain scrambled — electrically — in the
name of medical science. Scientists are going to knock out regions of
my brain while I perform a memory test.