These days, Suite 3327 has a plaque bearing Tesla's name, and a second plaque honoring him graces the exterior of the hotel. Engineers, scientists, geeks, UFO enthusiasts and wackos all make the pilgrimage here to pay homage to the mad scientist who changed the world before the world was ready. Tesla spent ten years in this room, slowly losing his mind, falling in love with pigeons, and occasionally meeting with dignitaries.
Besides being the place Nikola laid his head to rest for the last time on this earthly plane, the dour room on the 33rd floor is also the site of a conspiracy. Tesla kept a safe in this suite, and in it he stored his most controversial and important scientific papers. One of the more intriguing inventions was “Tesla's Death Ray”, the culmination of his work on particle beams. While he had shopped the weapon unsuccessfully to several governments both as the “Death Ray” and the “Peace Ray”, he swore it could not be stolen, as the blueprints were only in his head. In his words: “[The nozzle would] send concentrated beams of particles through the free air, of such tremendous energy that they will bring down a fleet of 10,000 enemy airplanes at a distance of 200 miles from a defending nation's border and will cause armies to drop dead in their tracks.”
On the day after Tesla died, his nephew hurried to the New Yorker, and upon arrival found that his uncle's notebooks and several papers had been removed from Suite 3327, along with the inventor's body. A short time later, all of his work was impounded, and passed through a handful of government agencies until the War Department deemed them worthy of “Top Secret” status. Some believe he was murdered by the FBI, despite his age and health being consistent with a natural death, some think he was an alien, and he simply returned to the mothership. The rest who mourn the loss of the quirky, Serbian genius feel a palpable sadness knowing that the “man who invented the 20th century” left this life mad and misunderstood, sharing his bread and honey with the pigeons in a lonely New York hotel room.
