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Chapter 21
Nothingbutfaces,Iguess—justfaces."
ThenextmorningMartiniisbehindthecontrolpanelinthetubroom,playinglikehe’sajetpilot.Thepokergamestopstogrinathisact.
"EeeeeeaahHOOoomeerr.Groundtoair,groundtoair:objectsightedfour-oh-sixteen-hundred—appearstobeenemymissile.Proceedatonce!EeeahhOOOmmmm."
Spinsadial,shovesaleverforwardandleanswiththebankoftheship.Hecranksaneedleto"ONFULL"atthesideofthepanel,butnowatercomesoutofthenozzlessetaroundthesquaretileboothinfrontofhim.Theydon’tusehydrotherapyanymore,andnobody’sturnedthewateron.Brand-newchromeequipmentandsteelpanelneverbeenused.Exceptforthechromethepanelandshowerlookjustlikethehydrotherapyoutfitstheyusedattheoldhospitalfifteenyearsago:nozzlescapableofreachingpartsofthebodyfromeveryangle,atechnicianinarubberapronstandingontheothersideoftheroommanipulatingthecontrolsonthatpanel,dictatingwhichnozzlessquirtwhere,howhard,howhot—sprayopenedsoftandsoothing,thensqueezedsharpasaneedle-youhunguptherebetweenthenozzlesincanvasstraps,soakedandlimpandwrinkledwhilethetechnicianenjoyedhistoy.
"EeeeaaooOOOoommm....Airtoground,airtoground:missilesighted;comingintomysightsnow....
Martinibendsdownandaimsoverthepanelthroughtheringofnozzles.Heclosesoneeyeandpeepsthroughtheringwiththeothereye
