1 the literary lion stood by the computers set up at one end of the long table , looking across the lab toward the far wall , where over a dozen people had been hung on hooks like experimental subjects in a nazi deathcamp all pretty much the way steve and cynthia had described it , except for one thing : the woman hanging just beneath the words you must wear a hardhat , the one whose head was cocked so far over to the right that her cheek lay on her shoulder , looked weirdly like terry .