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When Ken awakened about eight o’clock the next morning, he felt as though he were ascending slowly out of a dark pit Mercifully, the mocking voices and hideous images seemed more memory than reality and faded away as the room in which he found himself came steadily into clearer focus. The sun was slanting in through a large window to his left. Its welcome rays were glinting from a metallic apparatus standing just to the right of his bed. He had difficulty turning his head far enough to see it clearly, but the realization slowly dawned that it was an intravenous pump—and that it was connected to him.
I’m in the hospital! The thought seemed impossible to connect with himself. How did I get here? What happened? He had a vaguer collection of leaving his lab and driving his car somewhere, but beyond that everything was blank no matter how he struggled to remember. In utter exhaustion he gave up trying to understand for the moment and just lay there staring at the ceiling and trying to get back in touch with his body. A dull, throbbing pain seemed to envelop him. He could move his right arm—the one with the IV init—but his left arm and right leg seemed to be weighted down. Lifting his head up slightly with great effort, he could see that those limbs were encased in casts.
Originally titled: THE ARCHON CONSPIRACY
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When Ken awakened about eight o’clock the next morning, he felt as though he were ascending slowly out of a dark pit Mercifully, the mocking voices and hideous images seemed more memory than reality and faded away as the room in which he found himself came steadily into clearer focus. The sun was slanting in through a large window to his left. Its welcome rays were glinting from a metallic apparatus standing just to the right of his bed. He had difficulty turning his head far enough to see it clearly, but the realization slowly dawned that it was an intravenous pump—and that it was connected to him.
I’m in the hospital! The thought seemed impossible to connect with himself. How did I get here? What happened? He had a vaguer collection of leaving his lab and driving his car somewhere, but beyond that everything was blank no matter how he struggled to remember. In utter exhaustion he gave up trying to understand for the moment and just lay there staring at the ceiling and trying to get back in touch with his body. A dull, throbbing pain seemed to envelop him. He could move his right arm—the one with the IV init—but his left arm and right leg seemed to be weighted down. Lifting his head up slightly with great effort, he could see that those limbs were encased in casts.
Originally titled: THE ARCHON CONSPIRACY
