" "Plans? What plans?" It was becoming difficult for him to talk." "Plans? What plans?" It was becoming difficult for him to talk. I looked at my wrist watch on the night stand, next to the test tube. "I suppose that I have time to tell you before the next phase begins. Did I tell you that I had a PhD?" He tried to nod and couldn't. The paralysis part of phase two was beginning to take effect. "And did I tell you that it was in genetic research? No? No, I don't suppose that I did," I answered him, knowing that he could no longer do anything except lay there helplessly. I carefully unfolded a large rubber sheet and slipped it under his body. Straightening out his body, I climbed on to the bed, straddled him, and, lifting under his arms, pulled him up to a sitting position, making certain that the rubber sheet protected the bed from his body. I moved his head so that he could look at me. |