Flatlander - Larry Niven
INSIDE JOB
I reached out to touch his face with my imaginary hand.
He froze.
“That’s what you were afraid of,” I told him. “You never dreamed I could reach through a phone screen to do this.” I reached into his head, felt smooth muscle and grainy bone and sinus cavities like bubbles. He tossed his head, but my hand went with it. I ran imaginary fingertips along the smooth inner surface of his skull.
Then he screamed.
By Larry Niven
Published by Ballantine Books:
The Known ...