The dental chair, the instrument tray with its probes, excavators, drill heads, burs etc were enough to precipitate a panic disorder. Even the enlarged photo of the wharf taken through the wire mesh was disquieting.
I should have relied on my experience and declined to come here.
I was amazed at the fervor of others present in the room.
Finally, the neocortex kicked in. I realized that this was 2035.
This place was just a museum of dentistry as practiced in last century. The recent advances in genomics, biotechnology and nano-materials had made all dental surgery obsolete.
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Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.