by Danny
Danny Hearn:
Right eye. Open. Left eye. Open. And with that, I'm awake.
Everything feels okay... no throbbing headache... no paralysis. I haven't wet myself during the night, and that's always a plus.
"Hal?" I ask softly, still lying in bed huddled beneath the warm covers. The Mandelovian nights were colder than I had expected. I'm still used to the warmth of Australian January.
"Danny," he replies.
"Did you do the check?"
"Of course."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Did you find anything wrong? Anything to account for the memory loss?"
"Actually... yes, I did. A few damaged cells in the part of your brain that deals with memory. Most likely left over from when Dr. Feldman got scalpel-happy in there."
"And did you fix it?"
"Of course I did. It was simple... a few damaged brain cells... all I had to do was reroute a few of your artificial cells."
I should test this. Edulcore said I didn't remember the plane trip I took with him from Mandelovia, when we first met. But... I do. I remember it clearly. The plane. The food. The stewardesses. The stewardesses... yes, I can picture it all vividly.
"Nice work, Hal."
I jump up out of bed. And I'm so pleased, I almost don't notice the cold. Almost.
Damn... I need a jacket.