Divine Invasions: A Life Of Philip K. Dick -

"We aren't extracting a memory, Phil," she whispered, leaning over the counter. "We’re installing the one you lost in 1974. The pink light? The beam of pure information? It’s been sitting in our ‘Lost and Found’ for three centuries."

As the electrodes touched his temples, the walls of the clinic began to peel away like cheap wallpaper. Behind the floral patterns of the 1950s were the cold, black metallic hulls of a starship orbiting Sirius. Divine Invasions: A Life of Philip K. Dick

"Mr. Dick? The technician will see you now," a woman said. She had three eyes, but only the middle one looked at him with any sympathy. "We aren't extracting a memory, Phil," she whispered,

Dick’s life, or should we dive into a of his "Exegesis"? The beam of pure information

Phil stood up, his knees popping like dry parchment. "Is it going to hurt? The extraction?"