A flash of anoyance crossed the old man's face, and he answered, "you will find out in due course. Now, lie on the conveyor belt so we can run you through the gene splicer-dicer."
This machine, which dominated the far side of the room, resembled a cat-scanner. On the near side of the room was a bank of controls, shielded from the splicer-dicer by a thick glass wall. The old man sat behind a terminal and began entering his access code.
Sharon eyed the machine with justified trepedation and...
Thu Nov 4 21:59:51 1999