What happens when every city street is an electromagnetic cauldron? What spells will they cast on our poor unprotected headbeef?

(Temporal lobe epilepsy was given as a possible explanation for Whitley Strieber’s alien abduction experiences, back in the days when a reasonable percentage of credulous querents considered it from the standpoint that he wasn’t just making that shit up.)

(You think you’re confused by how random I’m being?  Imagine being in the audience at Berlin, getting the condensed thirty-minute version barked at you by a large Englishman who keeps stopping to take drinks of whisky.)