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Eyes?
Again that dull inchoate terror. His
mind was heavy. It refused to
function, and the throb of the serum-
pump was gone.
The serum-pump, Simon thought. It
has stopped, arid I am dying!
He must call for help. That had
happened once before, and Curt had
saved him. He cried out, "Curtis, the
H
serum-pump has stopped!"
The voice was not his own, and it
was formed so strangely.
"I'm here, Simon. Open your eyes."
A long unused series of motor relays
clicked over in Simon's brain at that
repeated command. Without
conscious volition he raised his
eyelids. Someone's eyelids, surely not
his own! He had not had eyelids for
many years!
He saw.
Vision like the hearing, dim and
blurred. The familiar laboratory
seemed to swim in a wavering haze.
Curt's face, and Otho's, and above
them the looming form of Grag, and a
strange man... No, not strange; he had
a name and Simon knew it - Harker.
That name started the chain, and
Simon remembered. Memory pounced
upon him, worried him, tore him, and
now he could feel the fear - the
physical anguish of it, the sweating,
the pounding of the heart, the painful
contraction of the great bodily
ganglia.
"Raise your hand, Simon. Raise
your right hand." There was a strained
undertone in Curt's voice. Simon
understood. Curt was afraid he might
not have done things properly.
Uncertainly, like a child who has
not yet learned coordination, Simon
raised his right hand. Then his left. He
looked at them for an endless moment
and let them fall. Drops of saline
moisture stung his eyes, and he
remembered them. He remembered