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. Work on the device has been completed, except for the final test ran. Speaking of the test, the termination order for the subject is canceled."
The woman stood about six centimeters from Raoul. She continued to hold the injector in her hand. Raoul--attracted by the bright reddish orange color of the poison--stared at it in fascination.
"Why is that?" The woman sounded annoyed.
"Further examination revealed the possibility of undamaged micromachines in the subject's bloodstream. If this is true, it will make him the ideal candidate for the last runthrough of the device. We won't have to sacrifice one of our own. Knight Officer wants you to look at the blood samples, to see if you reach the same conclusion."
"Interesting," the woman said in thoughtful tones. "Of course. I will be right up."
Turning, walking away from Raoul, she laid the injector on a countertop. Raoul stared at the injector, its color the only bright spot of warmth in the cold, sterile room.
"What are we going to do with the Loti in the meantime?" the ugly man asked. "When he goes into total withdrawal, he will be a confounded nuisance. A raving lunatic. We'll have difficulty managing him."
"I will give him a strong sedative, render him comatose. After that"--she shrngged--"the test itself will kill him."
"Report to the lab as soon as he goes under. I will send one of the squires to keep an eye on him
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