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. You can communicate with him by--Ah!"
Raoul sucked in his breath. The woman had gone over to the cabinet. Removing a plastic card from the pocket of her white coat, she inserted the card into a slot, punched in a series of numbers on a keypad.
Raoul watched through half-closed eyes.
The cabinet was, as he had supposed, filled with small bottles. Each small bottle was filled with a chemical substance.
Life might be worth living, after all.
The woman removed a vial containing a reddish orange liquid. She emptied the contents of the vial into an infusor that was attached to the 'bot's mechanical arm. "Inject him," she commanded.
The medicbot trundled toward Raoul.
Halfway there, however, the 'bot rolled to a stop. Its mechanical head swiveled around.
"I have run a routine analysis on this drug. Are you aware, Doctor, that the injection of this substance will be lethal to the patient?"
"Of course I'm aware," the woman returned, irritated. "Continue with the injection."
"I cannot, Doctor." The medichot ground to a halt. "My programming will not permit me to kill a patient."
"Then give the damn thing to me." The woman seized the injector from the 'bot.
Raoul watched the woman draw near. A dim, terror-filled haziness seemed to slow time, to stretch it like an elastic band. Seconds lengthened to hours, hours to eternities. The speed of sound slowed
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