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"No, neither," she said without looking away from the screen.
So TEFG-7 was cheap, and easy to make, thought Vuner. A trace of hydrochloric acid on the air took
him back to a school science lab many years before. Jay-Dod forcing him to drink from a bottle labelled
'poison' - which turned out to be distilled water. Fear, humiliation and rage boiled up in a livid flame.
Within the flame was Jay-Dod's broken, bleeding face, licking Vuner's shoe.
"You dream it real," he said to himself in wonder as the satisfaction of synthetic revenge soothed the old
hurt.
Vuner knew that the police had caught a lot of illicit drug makers in legal laboratories by noting those who
always worked back late at night. Thus he did his illicit chemistry during the day, but at times when
people would be too busy to notice what he was doing.
Today it was good old PCP. Phencyclidine involved no more than pouring and stirring, and its
manufacture could be disguised as any number of innocent jobs. Behind the glass of her office Cottak
packed a sheaf of notes and printout into her desk and locked it. He could wait until the rest had gone
and try the lock, but if the laboratory had a video recorder attached to the security camera he would be
identified. Best to wait until Cottak decided to make more TEFG-7. He would make sure that he was
there to help - and watch.
That night Vuner made the drop off of his PCP. The girl was a prostitute who worked for Hooker Cell.
Her previous client had left the money, the next would take Vuner's package.
"Five hundred millis," he said as he put the wrapped bottle on a bedside table. The girl handed him an
envelope.
"We could use a lot more," she told him. "Your stuff's ace."
"Couldn't risk it. You know my operation - small but safe."
"So make it small. Ever tried making fenetyl designers?"
"Might have something better. About a tenth milli per hit, but great. New stuff." To his disappointment she
shook her head.
"Don't like it. Bad business if a few of our regulars become vegies on untried shit. Worse if they died."
"No sweat. I've watched how rats tripped it, then tried it myself." He pocketed the money.
"We're just being careful. Some big squire in the Artery tried what he thought was a 'phet cap - Slam! It
was some strange shit that made his fingers and toes permanently numb. It even killed the nerves in his
dick. The Artery keeps tabs on the batches with a computer, and they traced it to a guy who wears
shades and a yellow coat. Calls himself Einstein. Right now he's also wearing a 20K tag for whoever
delivers him in a sack."
"Stupid fart probably mixed his stuff while on a hit," said Vuner as calmly as he could. "See you next
time."
She lay back on the bed, legs sprawled. They were shapely legs, and she wore a black bow at each
ankle. "In a hurry?" she asked. "The next pickup's not due for an hour. Been on coke all day and I'm
open house."
"Don't you get enough customers?" asked Vuner, beginning to tremble. The TEFG he had taken an hour
before seemed to amplify the sensation of his own hormones.
"Not allowed any on a pickup night. Come on, I can give you a skin if you're worried about catching
AIDS or something."
While returning home Vuner recalled reaching his climax with her a dozen times, each with the intensity as
undiminished as if it was actually happening. It was the drug of the decade. Perhaps you could use it to
remember a hit of something else as clearly as if you had taken it again. Once home he tried it with LSD,
and confirmed his theory. Vuner lay on his bed dreaming - of bashing Jay-Dod, and reliving the most
minute details of mounting the pickup girl earlier that evening. He drifted off to sleep, and the drug also
fixed his REM dreams securely. There were nightmares, too, but these were not a problem unless he
deliberately recalled them. It was perfect, and it was harmless. That worried him, and he decided to
establish a demand quickly, then sell the formula for the best offer. Harmless drugs might be declared
legal.