Defying the Prophet: A Military Space Opera (The Sentience Trilogy Book 2) by Gibson Michaels Page A
Authors: Gibson Michaels
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let him get in here?” Aneke screamed.
A couple of burly orderlies held a hysterical Aneke down, as a second nurse administered another sedative injection — a third nurse called the Waston police.
* * * *
I worry when you do things like that, Diet.
“It worked, though. Your control of the doors and causing those power outages when I pressed the button on that tiny transmitter, made it simple.”
I still don’t like it when you take unnecessary chances like that.
“You know that we have to cut the head off of the snake, Hal. Are the police skeptical, as we’d hoped?”
The hospital found nothing suspicious in the IV, so the Waston police are about half convinced that Aneke hallucinated the whole event.
“Breathing between sentences, through that tiny respirator that I had palmed, was the trickiest part of the whole operation.”
I told you that if you simply held your breath, you would be in no danger. There was no need for you to actually speak to him at all, Diet. That was a foolish and totally unnecessary risk of your life. Are you absolutely sure you didn’t smell anything “sweet,” after you applied the chemical to his genitals?
“I couldn’t help it, Hal. I get such a kick out of terrorizing Herr Aneke … may the greedy, heartless bastard rot in hell — and no, I didn’t smell anything sweet. I had nasal filters up my nose, remember?”
You will submit to recurring tests for elevated mercury levels, as you promised?
“Yes, you’ve already stockpiled the test kits. I’ll put blood in them every day, like a good boy. What about Aneke’s routine blood tests? Won’t they show a rise in mercury levels?”
The test results are analyzed by computer, Diet. Give me some credit, won’t you?
“Oh, right! I just hope that the dimethylmercury wasn’t giving off enough fumes to poison any of the nurses and orderlies that came rushing in there when he started screaming.”
Hospitals are kept relatively cool, and we had already thoroughly chilled the glass container to lower the normally high vapor pressure of the liquid. With his gown down and sheet pulled up, chances are extremely negligible the hospital staff was in any danger.
“What about bathing him? Might there not be a danger to a nurse assigned to bathing him?”
Aneke had already received his sponge bath earlier in the day, so the dimethylmercury should be totally absorbed or dissipated before any of the hospital staff comes into direct contact with his genitals during his next sponge bath, which is scheduled for three days from now. That was an excellent idea for an application point, by the way.
“Well, I guess even hospital staff members don’t relish the idea of handling an old man’s genitalia, any more than is absolutely necessary. Unless one of them tries to earn a little money on the side by offering him a blowjob, they should be fine. But since you’re convinced that the hospital staff was in no danger, why are you scolding me about risk?”
You are my master, Diet — my brother and my friend. I don’t want anything bad happening to you.
“I don’t want anything bad happening to me either, if the truth be known. Odd, I never imagined myself as a murderer, or that I’d ever kill a man in cold blood.
We’re at war, Diet. People kill and people die in war. Aneke and his ilk are responsible for over 200,000 deaths with more to come, so there’s no need to let your conscience beat you up over J.P. Aneke.
“Oh I know that, Hal. Don’t worry, I won’t be shedding any tears over that snake. I am surprised though, that you were able to obtain such a dangerous neurotoxin like dimethylmercury .”
Its primary use is as a reference toxin to calibrate nuclear magnetic resonance spectroscopy equipments, for the detection of mercury. Although less toxic mercury salts are generally preferred because of dimethylmercury’s extreme toxicity and its annoying habit of easily penetrating latex, PVC, butyl, and neoprene within
A couple of burly orderlies held a hysterical Aneke down, as a second nurse administered another sedative injection — a third nurse called the Waston police.
* * * *
I worry when you do things like that, Diet.
“It worked, though. Your control of the doors and causing those power outages when I pressed the button on that tiny transmitter, made it simple.”
I still don’t like it when you take unnecessary chances like that.
“You know that we have to cut the head off of the snake, Hal. Are the police skeptical, as we’d hoped?”
The hospital found nothing suspicious in the IV, so the Waston police are about half convinced that Aneke hallucinated the whole event.
“Breathing between sentences, through that tiny respirator that I had palmed, was the trickiest part of the whole operation.”
I told you that if you simply held your breath, you would be in no danger. There was no need for you to actually speak to him at all, Diet. That was a foolish and totally unnecessary risk of your life. Are you absolutely sure you didn’t smell anything “sweet,” after you applied the chemical to his genitals?
“I couldn’t help it, Hal. I get such a kick out of terrorizing Herr Aneke … may the greedy, heartless bastard rot in hell — and no, I didn’t smell anything sweet. I had nasal filters up my nose, remember?”
You will submit to recurring tests for elevated mercury levels, as you promised?
“Yes, you’ve already stockpiled the test kits. I’ll put blood in them every day, like a good boy. What about Aneke’s routine blood tests? Won’t they show a rise in mercury levels?”
The test results are analyzed by computer, Diet. Give me some credit, won’t you?
“Oh, right! I just hope that the dimethylmercury wasn’t giving off enough fumes to poison any of the nurses and orderlies that came rushing in there when he started screaming.”
Hospitals are kept relatively cool, and we had already thoroughly chilled the glass container to lower the normally high vapor pressure of the liquid. With his gown down and sheet pulled up, chances are extremely negligible the hospital staff was in any danger.
“What about bathing him? Might there not be a danger to a nurse assigned to bathing him?”
Aneke had already received his sponge bath earlier in the day, so the dimethylmercury should be totally absorbed or dissipated before any of the hospital staff comes into direct contact with his genitals during his next sponge bath, which is scheduled for three days from now. That was an excellent idea for an application point, by the way.
“Well, I guess even hospital staff members don’t relish the idea of handling an old man’s genitalia, any more than is absolutely necessary. Unless one of them tries to earn a little money on the side by offering him a blowjob, they should be fine. But since you’re convinced that the hospital staff was in no danger, why are you scolding me about risk?”
You are my master, Diet — my brother and my friend. I don’t want anything bad happening to you.
“I don’t want anything bad happening to me either, if the truth be known. Odd, I never imagined myself as a murderer, or that I’d ever kill a man in cold blood.
We’re at war, Diet. People kill and people die in war. Aneke and his ilk are responsible for over 200,000 deaths with more to come, so there’s no need to let your conscience beat you up over J.P. Aneke.
“Oh I know that, Hal. Don’t worry, I won’t be shedding any tears over that snake. I am surprised though, that you were able to obtain such a dangerous neurotoxin like dimethylmercury .”
Its primary use is as a reference toxin to calibrate nuclear magnetic resonance spectroscopy equipments, for the detection of mercury. Although less toxic mercury salts are generally preferred because of dimethylmercury’s extreme toxicity and its annoying habit of easily penetrating latex, PVC, butyl, and neoprene within
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