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them and you have Company or home world contacts."
Home world. That was the world that was supposed to be some kinda paradise off
what it ripped off of all the other worlds. They didn't invent nothin', but what
he was show-in' us wasn't of this world for sure.
"It's real handy. You can take something-a drug, for instance-and transport it
almost any way you like in bulk, then just load it into the little machine, load
a bunch of these in as well, and press start. At the other end, the little
capsules come out filled with whatever dosage you put in as the load, all
precise, stacked and arranged like sugar cubes. These things themselves are
tricky to perfect, but once you have the mold in silicon anybody can turn them
out."
"I never liked shots much, but so what?" Sam asked. "It's not too far off what
might be around here in a few years."
"Maybe. Maybe not. Think about what this might do in, say, the heroin racket, or
freebase, or anything like that. Measured doses, different strengths, all safe,
and everybody gets their own fresh needle every day so there's no chance of
infection or contamination."
"I'd make a guess they already have," I put in. "Otherwise, why tell us about
it?"
He shrugged. "They haven't come in here, anyway. There was a move to get them
into the narcotics trade here simply as a safety measure, something we could do,
but that talk's all but died out now. But elsewhere, we're facing something new,
something even the opposition is a little nervous about."
The opposition. That meant any folks in the Company or workin' for it or on the
home world who didn't like things the way they was and wanted changes, by fair
means or not. Control of the whole multi-universe business was really in the
hands of just a very few people, nameless and faceless to us, who were called
the Board of Directors, and from what they told us this Board was basically one
big family. It was kinda like a kingdom, with the same few families holdin' all
the top jobs and top power, and that always left other folks unhappy. Anytime
you had this much power in so few hands you was bound to have a lot of
lower-downs after your hide. That was one reason why gettin' in to the home
world was so hard and so restricted, and why them Directors never left.
"A drug?" I prompted him.
"Yeah. A drug and more than just a drug. You two have been around. You know what
the usual drugs will do. There's a fair number of addicts who couldn't get off
if they wanted to, and if they need a fix bad enough they'll kill their own
grandmother."
We both nodded. We knew that all too well.
"There's a new drug. At least we call it a drug, although it doesn't act like
any drug anybody has ever seen. It acts a little like it's alive, although if
you saw it under a microscope you couldn't believe it could be. It looks almost
like water, maybe just a touch brownish, and if it is injected anywhere into a
Type Zero human it heads straight for the brain, checks it out, takes over, then
moves in and starts doing its thing. It actually manufactures duplicates of
enzymes in your brain and then replaces your natural enzymes with its
duplicates. The duplicates are of the same sort, but not exactly. They're purer,
actually more efficient. When they first take over control, whatever those
enzymes control gets a pure jolt of what it likes and so do you. There are
pleasure centers in the brain. When stimulated, the body sticks in these enzymes