My skull was a shattered fly-wheel, a sunburst of agony. I was retching.
I stumbled down the corridor to Psych. Fern was there. I was screaming
at her. The Guild was here. They had thoughtcasters. My brain was
melting. Fern was white-faced. She had a hypo. I didn't feel it. The
last thing I saw was the glimmer of tears in her green eyes.
* * * * *
"... the neuron flow." Starza's voice. "No two alike. Like fingerprints.
What a pity they can't refine the transmittal waves."