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〃What happens to good and evil in this system？ Passion； envy and hate？ Do they bee a tangle of neurons？ Are you telling me that a whole tradition of human failings is now at an end； that cowardice； sadism； molestation are meaningless terms？ Are we being asked to regard these things nostalgically？ What about murderous rage？ A murderer used to have a certain fearsome size to him。 His crime was large。 What happens when we reduce it to cells and molecules？ My son plays chess with a murderer。 He told me all this。 I didn't want to listen。〃
〃Can I sleep now？〃
〃Wait。 If Dylar speeds relief； why have you been so sad these past days； staring into space？〃
〃Simple。 The drug's not working。〃
Her voice broke when she said these words。 She raised the forter over her head。 I could only stare at the hilly terrain。 A man on talk radio said： 〃I was getting mixed messages about my sexuality。〃 I stroked her head and body over the quilted bedspread。
〃Can you elaborate； Baba？ I'm right here。 I want to help。〃
〃Mr。 Gray gave me sixty tablets in two bottles。 This would be more than enough； he said。 One tablet every seventy…two hours。 The discharge of medication is so gradual and precise that there's no overlapping from one pill to the next。 I finished the first bottle sometime in late November； early December。〃
〃Denise found it。〃
〃She did？〃
〃She's been on your trail ever since。〃
〃Where did I leave it？〃
〃In the kitchen trash。〃
〃Why did I do that？ That was careless。〃
〃What about the second bottle？〃 I said。
〃You found the second bottle。〃
〃I know。 I'm asking how many tablets you've taken。〃
〃I've now taken twenty…five from that bottle。 That's fifty…five all told。 Five left。〃
〃Four left。 I had one analyzed。〃
〃Did you tell me that？〃
〃Yes。 And has there been any change at all in your condition。
She allowed the top of her head to emerge。
〃At first I thought so。 The very beginning was the most hopeful time。 Since then no improvement。 I've grown more and more discouraged。 Let me sleep now； Jack。〃
〃Remember we had dinner at Murray's one night？ On the way home we talked about your memory lapses。 You said you weren't sure whether or not you were taking medication。 You couldn't remember； you said。 This was a lie； of course。〃
〃I guess so；〃 she said。
〃But you weren't lying about memory lapses in general。 Denise and I assumed your forgetfulness was a side effect of whatever drug you were taking。〃
The whole head emerged。
〃Totally wrong；〃 she said。 〃It wasn't a side effect of the drug。 It was a side effect of the condition。 Mr。 Gray said my loss of memory is a desperate attempt to counteract my fear of death。 It's like a war of neurons。 I am able to forget many things but I fail when it es to death。 And now Mr。 Gray has failed as well。〃
〃Does he know that？〃
〃I left a message on his answering machine。〃
〃What did； he say when he called back？〃
〃He sent me a tape in the mail； which I took over to the Stovers to play。 He said he was literally sorry； whatever that means。 He said I was not the right subject after all。 He is sure it will work someday； soon； with someone； somewhere。 He said he made a mistake with me。 It was too random。 He was too eager。〃
It was the middle of the night。 We were both exhausted。 But we'd e so far； said so much； that I knew we couldn't stop just yet。 I took a deep breath。 Then I lay back； staring into the ceiling。 Babette leaned across my body to turn off the lamp。 Then she pressed a button on the radio； killing the voices。 A thousand other nights had ended more or less like this。 I felt her sink into the bed。
'There's something I promised myself I wouldn't tell you。〃
〃Can it wait until morning？〃 she said。
〃I'm tentatively scheduled to die。 It won't happen tomorrow or the next day。 But it is in the works。〃
I went on to tell her about my exposure to Nyodene D。； speaking matter…of…factly； tonelessly； in short declarative sentences。 I told her about the puter technician； the way he'd tapped into my history to produce a pessimistic massive tally。 We are the sum total of our data； I told her； just as we are the sum total of our chemical impulses。 I tried to explain how hard I'd struggled to keep the news from her。 But after her own revelations； this seemed the wrong kind of secret to be keeping。
〃So …we are no longer talking about fear and floating terror；〃 I said。 〃This is the hard and heavy thing； the fact itself。〃
Slowly she emerged from beneath the covers。 She climbed on top of me； sobbing。 I felt her fingers clawing at my shoulders and neck。 The warm tears fell on my lips。 She beat me on the chest； seized my left hand and bit the flesh between the thumb and index finger。 Her sobs became a grunting sound； full of terrible desperate effort。 She took my head in her hands； gently and yet fiercely； and rocked it to and fro on the pillow； an act I could not connect to anything she'd ever done； anything she seemed to be。
Later； after she'd fallen off my body and into a restless sleep； I kept on staring into the dark。 The radio came on。 I threw off the covers and went into the bathroom。 Denise's scenic paperweights sat on a dusty shelf by the door。 I ran water over my hands and wrists。 I splashed cold water on my face。 The only towel around was a small pink handcloth with a tic…tac…toe design。 I dried myself slowly and carefully。 Then I tilted the radiator cover away from the wall and stuck my hand underneath。 The bottle of Dylar was gone。
27
I had my second medical checkup since the toxic event。 No startling numbers on the printout。 This death was still too deep to be glimpsed。 My doctor； Sundar Chakravarty； asked me about the sudden flurry of checkups。 In the past I'd always been afraid to know。
1 told him I was still afraid。 He smiled broadly； waiting for the punch line。 I shook his hand and headed out the door。
On the way home I drove down Elm intending to make a quick stop at the supermarket。 The street was full of emergency vehicles。 Farther down I saw bodies scattered about。 A man with an armband blew a。 whistle at me and stepped in front of m