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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] its empathic faculty made it nearly impossible for the little being to be disagreeable to anyone. And, although it also possessed a set of large, iridescent wings it sat down at mealtimes and ate spaghetti with a fork. Conway liked Prilicla a lot. Conway briefly described the EPLH's condition and background as he saw it, then ended, ..... I know you can't get much from an unconscious patient, but it would help me if you could-" "There appears to be a misunderstanding here, Doctor," Prilicla broke in, using the form of words which was the nearest it ever came to telling someone they were wrong. The patient is conscious... "Get back!" Warned as much by Conway's emotional radiation at the thought of what the patient's honey club could do to Prilicla's eggshell body as his words, the little GLNO skittered backward out of range. The Lieutenant edged closer, his eyes on the still motionless tentacle which ended in that monstrous bludgeon. For several seconds nobody moved or spoke, while outwardly the patient remained unconscious. Finally Conway looked at Prilicla. He did not have to speak. Prilicla said, "I detect emotional radiation of a type which emanates only from a mind which is consciously aware of itself. The mental processes themselves seem slow and, considering the physical size of the patient, weak. In detail, it is radiating feelings of danger, helplessness and confusion. There is also an indication of some overall sense of purpose." Conway sighed. "So it's playing 'possum," said the Lieutenant grimly, talking mostly to himself. The fact that the patient was feigning unconsciousness worried Conway less than it did the Corpsman. In spite of the mass of diagnostic equipment available to him he subscribed firmly to the belief that a doctor's best guide to any malfunction was a communicative and cooperative patient. But how did one open a conversation with a being who was a near deity...? "We.. . we are going to help you," he said awkwardly. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" The patient remained motionless as before. Prilicla said, "There is no indication that it heard you, Doctor." "But if it's conscious..." Conway began, and ended the sentence with a helpless shrug. He began assembling his instruments again and with Prilicla's help examined the EPLH again, paying special attention to the organs of sight and hearing. But there was no physical or emotional reaction while the examination was in progress, despite the flashing lights and a considerable amount of ungentle probing. Conway could see no evidence of physical malfunction in any of the sensory organs, yet the patient remained completely unaware of all outside stimulus. Physically it was unconscious, insensible to everything going on around it, except that Prilicla insisted that it wasn't. What a crazy, mixed-up demi-god, thought Conway. Trust O'Mara to send him the weirdies. Aloud he said, "The only explanation I can see for this peculiar state of affairs is that the mind you are receiving has severed or blocked off contact with all its sensory equipment. The patient's condition is not the cause of this, therefore the trouble must have a psychological basis. I'd say the beastie is urgently in need of psychiatric assistance. "However," he ended, "the head-shrinkers can operate more effectively on a patient who is physically well, so I think we should concentrate on clearing up this skin condition first... A specific had been developed at the hospital against epithelioma of the type Page 23 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html affecting the patient, and Pathology had already stated that it was suited to the EPLH's metabolism and would produce no harmful side-effects. It took only a few minutes for Conway to measure out a test dosage and inject subcutaneously. Prilicla moved up beside him quickly to see the effect. This, they both knew, was one of the rare, rapid-action miracles of medicine-its effect would be apparent in a matter of seconds rather than hours or days. Ten minutes later nothing at all had happened. "A tough guy," said Conway, and injected the maximum safe dose. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |