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. Raoul blinked, focused both his eyes and his attention. He lurched forward in his chair, occasioning a scolding from the medicbot.
The woman with no mouth turned. "Please sit still," she ordered. "The extractor is very sensitive equipment." Then she noticed Raoul's fixed and rapt expression.
"What is in the cabinet?" he asked.
"Supplies," the woman answered, frowning.
"Ah..." Raoul sighed, sat back in the chair, and stared at the locked cabinet.
"Test samples completed," announced the 'bot.
The woman collected the vials, finished the labeling, and called the ugly man back into the room. "Take these to the lab," she said.
The ugly man took the vials and disappeared.
The woman approached Raoul. She had pulled down her mask.
Raoul jumped, stared at her vaguely. "Have we met?"
She drew up a chair, took out a small vidcam, placed it in front of Raoul, ordered it to activate.
"The subject is an Adonian of undetermined age. He is also, purportedly, a Loti. I am beginning the interview now." She looked at Raoul. "You were once in the employ of the weapons dealer Snaga Ohme."
"Ah," said Raoul sadly. "My late former employer. A channing man. But most unfortunate. He managed to get himself murdered, you know--"
The woman was not interested. "How long were you with Snaga Ohme?"
Raoul shrugged. "What is time but an ephemeral butterfly, flitting through the dead garden of our wretched existence?"
The woman asked other questions, interminable questions, which Raoul answered absently with whatever came into his head
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