I once drove by a barn in Baker, Nevada, which is the sort of decaying small town which features tobacco-spitting men warning college students that they are not welcome in these parts. For example, one house had two creepy dolls hanging off a fence, and there was a paddock with a rusted out car that had a skeletal horse's head and hooves wired to the steering wheel.
The barn was falling down, with a caved-in roof, but it had a small white sign on the side with handwritten text reading "Museum of the Future".
Something about art imitating life goes here. Or life imitating art.
Recoredil was a medicine they toyed with in years past. It was meant to improve memory, but ultimately exploded the brains of all its patients. Sad story, really.