Neuroflix

I was a fighter pilot. I was a big game hunter. I was pole vaulting a crossbar 20 feet from the ground, my abdomen tensed, legs extended before me — then I was rocketing through the valley of a 90-foot wave, its white-toothed crest collapsing into my surfboard’s wake. I was — “ My turn! ” The voice bled through my soundscape, ripping me back to reality. My temples stung where the sticky electrodes had been torn free. …