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           ’

           `Thisisn’tlookingsohot,isit?Imean,theTuringsareonit.Iwasthinkingmaybeweshouldtrytobailout.Icantakeyou.’

           `Yeah?Noshit?Youdon’twannaseewhatthatChineseprogramcando?’

           `Well,I...’CasestaredatthegreenwallsoftheT-Aice.`Well,screwit.Yeah.Werun.’

           `Slotit.’

           `Hey,Maelcum,’Casesaid,jackingout,`I’mprobablygonnabeunderthetrodesformaybeeighthoursstraight.’Maelcumwassmokingagain.Thecabinwasswimminginsmoke.`SoIcan’tgettothehead...’

           `Noproblem,mon.’TheZioniteexecutedahighforwardsomersaultandrummagedthroughthecontentsofazipperedmeshbag,comingupwithacoiloftransparenttubingandsomethingelse,somethingsealedinasterilebubblepack.

           HecalleditaTexascatheter,andCasedidn’tlikeitatall.

           HeslottedtheChinesevirus,paused,thendroveithome.

           `Okay,’hesaid,`we’reon.Listen,Maelcum,ifitgetsreallyfunny,youcangrabmyleftwrist.I’llfeelit.Otherwise,IguessyoudowhattheHosakatellsyou,okay?’

           `Sure,mon.’Maelcumlitafreshjoint.

           `Andturnthescrubberup.Idon’twantthatshittanglingwithmyneurotransmitters.Igotabadhangoverasitis.’

           Maelcumgrinned.

           Casejackedbackin.