Calder
“A man’s voice cut through Calder’s fog of pain.
“The specimen is to be terminated.”
The room went quiet except for the faint beep of machines. In the darkness of Calder’s brain, his screams went on and on.
“Just what I need,” a second man said. “Directors interfering with my research.”
“He’s got to be in excruciating pain. It will be kinder to him.”
The second man growled, “Yes, but the whole point is to see what he can stand. I can’t do that if they terminate him, now can I?”
“Well, he’s not much of a Shareem anymore,” the first voice said. “The company won’t make any money off him like this.”
“He can still provide valuable data on how they behave in high-stress situations.
We can add it to the code for the new batch.”
“Maybe, but if they lose money, I’ll give you three guesses whose salary it will come out of.”
The second man sighed. “Damn it. Oh, all right, give me the hypo.”
Calder dragged his eyes open. The pain of the tiny movement nearly killed him.
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