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. Quong selected fruit and cereal. Returning to the table, he eyed Xris in concern. "Are you feeling well?"
There were times, Xris decided, when having your own private medic was a distinct disadvantage. "Yeah, Doc, I'm fine."
"You don't look it." Quong was blunt. "I'd like to run a systems analysis "
"I said I'm fine. Just a little keyed up, that's all. Adrenaline pumping."
Xris took out a twist. "I'm not going to smoke it," he informed the waiter 'bot, who had located and zeroed in on the forbidden object with the speed of a sublight torpedo.
The 'bot continued to lurk about, obviously convinced that Xris was going to light up the moment its electronic eye was turned, and finally Xris gave up and put the twist away. The 'bot retreated and Harry came back with two plates.
"Fried meat, fried potatoes, eggs. You're going to need a heart replacement before you're forty," Quong observed testily.
"Sure, Doc." Harry was unperturbed. "Good thing I've got you around to take care of me."
"Not when you abuse your system like that. Besides, of what use is a new heart if the arteries leading to it are clogged? I am fifty years old and in far better physical condition .... "
The argument went on, as it did almost every time the two sat down for a meal together. The discussion about cholesterol levels flowed around Xris. He found it irritating, had to bite off a snide comment
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