Apparently, she was continuing to act as "Lucy.Apparently, she was continuing to act as "Lucy." She does not remember a thing. We've managed to determine from her Visa bill that she went to the nearest major city, and visited a tobacconist. That cleared up the mystery of the cigars.] Day 4, 0719: The third floor was deserted, as well as the rest of the clinic building. [With the exception of JB1714 from the fifth floor. He had managed to make it out of his room, but his blindness kept him from finding the elevator.-AW] All the clinic workers were smoking in the cafeteria courtyard, and boisterous conversation seemed to be the rule. Gina Franchetti was the center of attention, wiggling flirtatiously between groups of security men, custodial workers and doctors. [We ought to consider installing a security camera in the courtyard. We were only able to piece this much together after having interviewed several dozen of the people present at the time.] Nobody was in the control room to see that the output amplifier was still gaining power. It was now at 94 percent of design maximum. And increasing. Day 4, 0741: Wilbur called for a nurse. His voice was back, although his paralysis remained. It had become easier to stay awake now; he had been conscious and alert since 0544. [Determined via transcript record.] This was the best he'd felt since the stroke. He had been calling for help for almost two hours, and was beginning to get frustrated that nobody seemed to be paying attention. He struggled to reach the call button, but his body wouldn't work. He wanted some questions answered about these danged needles in his head, and now that he could talk, he was in no mood to wait. The effort of trying to reach the call button and continually calling had made him hoarse, so he relaxed, trying to work up some saliva. In the instant he stopped concentrating on getting someone's attention, he felt the slight giddiness of the dope creep into his thoughts. Oh, _hell_. I'm goin' back... backto... s-s-sleep... a-gain... Day 4, 0746: An alarm sounded in the empty control room. Dr. Moriat's output amplifier was operating at over 100% of its design capacity. The digits on the computer readout continued their silent, unobserved march. |