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"
I
’
ll
knock
him
flat
on
his
ass
with
an
injection
and
really
ground
him
.
"
Dr
.
Stubbs
laughed
with
sardonic
amusement
at
the
prospect
.
"
They
think
they
can
order
sick
call
out
of
existence
.
The
bastards
.
Ooops
,
there
it
goes
again
.
"
The
rain
began
falling
again
,
first
in
the
trees
,
then
in
the
mud
puddles
,
then
,
faintly
,
like
a
soothing
murmur
,
on
the
tent
top
.
"
Everything
’
s
wet
,
"
Dr
.
Stubbs
observed
with
revulsion
.
"
Even
the
latrines
and
urinals
are
backing
up
in
protest
.
The
whole
goddam
world
smells
like
a
charnel
house
.
"
The
silence
seemed
bottomless
when
he
stopped
talking
.
Night
fell
.
There
was
a
sense
of
vast
isolation
.
"
Turn
on
the
light
,
"
Dunbar
suggested
.
"
There
is
no
light
.
I
don
’
t
feel
like
starting
my
generator
.
I
used
to
get
a
big
kick
out
of
saving
people
’
s
lives
.
Now
I
wonder
what
the
hell
’
s
the
point
,
since
they
all
have
to
die
anyway
.
"
"
Oh
,
there
’
s
a
point
,
all
right
,
"
Dunbar
assured
him
.
"
Is
there
?
What
is
the
point
?
"
"
The
point
is
to
keep
them
from
dying
for
as
long
as
you
can
.
"
"
Yeah
,
but
what
’
s
the
point
,
since
they
all
have
to
die
anyway
?
"
"
The
trick
is
not
to
think
about
that
.
"
"
Never
mind
the
trick
.
What
the
hell
’
s
the
point
?
"
