I think that was the most humiliating moment of all.

It was, of course, only a medical formality. I knew that the suspendees

had to be nude in their racks. But the very impersonality of the

proceeding made it ugly. Reluctantly I began to undress, as did Rena,

silent and withdrawn, and Zorchi, sputtering anger and threats. My

whole body was a mass of redness; in a few hours the red would turn to

purple and black, where the hoses of the expediters had caressed me.

Or did a suspendee bruise? Probably not. But it was small satisfaction.

Lawton was looking smug; no doubt he had insisted on the privilege of

putting us under himself after I'd blamed him for Zorchi's escape. I

couldn't blame him; I would have returned the favor with great joy.

Well, I had wanted to reach Millen Carmody, and Defoe was granting my

wish. We might even lie on adjacent racks in Bay 100. After what I'd

told Defoe, we should rate such reserved space!

Lawton approached with the hypospray, and a pair of expediters grabbed

my arms. He said: "I want to leave one thought with you, Wills. Maybe

it will give you some comfort." His smirk told me that it certainly

would not. "Only Defoe and I can open Bay 100," he reminded me. "I

don't think either of us will; and I expect you will stay there a long,

long time."

He experimentally squirted a faint mist from the tip of the hypospray

and nodded satisfaction. He went on: "The suspension is effective for

a long time--several hundred years, perhaps. But not forever. In time

the enzymes of the body begin to digest the body itself." He pursed his

lips thoughtfully. "I don't know if the sleeping brain knows it is pain

or not. If it does, you'll know what it feels like to dissolve in your

own gutwash...."

He smiled. "Good night," he crooned, and bent over my arm.

The spray from the end of the hypo felt chilly, but not at all painful.

It was as though I had been touched with ice; the cold clung, and

spread.

I was vaguely conscious of being dumped on one of the surgical tables,

even more vaguely aware of seeing Rena slumping across another.

The light in the room yellowed, flickered and went out.

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