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They
had
this
machine
.
They
had
two
machines
,
really
.
One
of
them
slid
down
into
your
stomach
like
a
black
cobra
down
an
echoing
well
looking
for
all
the
old
water
and
the
old
time
gathered
there
.
It
drank
up
the
green
matter
that
flowed
to
the
top
in
a
slow
boil
.
Did
it
drink
of
the
darkness
?
Did
it
suck
out
all
the
poisons
accumulated
with
the
years
?
It
fed
in
silence
with
an
occasional
sound
of
inner
suffocation
and
blind
searching
.
It
had
an
Eye
.
The
impersonal
operator
of
the
machine
could
,
by
wearing
a
special
optical
helmet
,
gaze
into
the
soul
of
the
person
whom
he
was
pumping
out
.
What
did
the
Eye
see
?
He
did
not
say
.
He
saw
but
did
not
see
what
the
Eye
saw
.
The
entire
operation
was
not
unlike
the
digging
of
a
trench
in
one
's
yard
.
The
woman
on
the
bed
was
no
more
than
a
hard
stratum
of
marble
they
had
reached
.
Go
on
,
anyway
,
shove
the
bore
down
,
slush
up
the
emptiness
,
if
such
a
thing
could
be
brought
out
in
the
throb
of
the
suction
snake
.
The
operator
stood
smoking
a
cigarette
.
The
other
machine
was
working
too
.
The
other
machine
was
operated
by
an
equally
impersonal
fellow
in
non-stainable
reddish-brown
overalls
.
This
machine
pumped
all
of
the
blood
from
the
body
and
replaced
it
with
fresh
blood
and
serum
.
"
Got
to
clean
'em
out
both
ways
,
"
said
the
operator
,
standing
over
the
silent
woman
.
"
No
use
getting
the
stomach
if
you
do
n't
clean
the
blood
.
Leave
that
stuff
in
the
blood
and
the
blood
hits
the
brain
like
a
mallet
,
bang
,
a
couple
of
thousand
times
and
the
brain
just
gives
up
,
just
quits
.
"
"
Stop
it
!
"
said
Montag
.
"
I
was
just
sayin
'
,
"
said
the
operator
.
"
Are
you
done
?
"
said
Montag
.
They
shut
the
machines
up
tight
.
"
We
're
done
.
"
His
anger
did
not
even
touch
them
.
They
stood
with
the
cigarette
smoke
curling
around
their
noses
and
into
their
eyes
without
making
them
blink
or
squint
.
"
That
's
fifty
bucks
.
"
"
First
,
why
do
n't
you
tell
me
if
she
'll
be
all
right
?
"
"
Sure
,
she
'll
be
O.
K
.
We
got
all
the
mean
stuff
right
in
our
suitcase
here
,
it
ca
n't
get
at
her
now
.
As
I
said
,
you
take
out
the
old
and
put
in
the
new
and
you
're
O.
K.
"
"
Neither
of
you
is
an
M.
D.
Why
did
n't
they
send
an
M.
D.
from
Emergency
?
"
"
Hell
!
"
the
operator
's
cigarette
moved
on
his
lips
.
"
We
get
these
cases
nine
or
ten
a
night
.
Got
so
many
,
starting
a
few
years
ago
,
we
had
the
special
machines
built
.
With
the
optical
lens
,
of
course
,
that
was
new
;
the
rest
is
ancient
.
You
do
n't
need
an
M.
D.
,
case
like
this
;
all
you
need
is
two
handymen
,
clean
up
the
problem
in
half
an
hour
.
Look
"
--
he
started
for
the
door
--
"
we
got
ta
go
.
Just
had
another
call
on
the
old
ear-thimble
.
Ten
blocks
from
here
.
Someone
else
just
jumped
off
the
cap
of
a
pillbox
.
Call
if
you
need
us
again
.
Keep
her
quiet
.
We
got
a
contra-sedative
in
her
.
She
'll
wake
up
hungry
.
So
long
.
"
