"Destroyer 022 - Brain Drain.pdb" - читать интересную книгу автора (Williams Remo)

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He was feeling rather good when his client arrived. The client had a nurse's uniform folded under his arm. Dr. Caldwell offered him a drink, but the client refused. He was a stiff sort of man in his early thirties, with very blue eyes and incredibly neat brown hair.
"Well, glad you could make it, Mr. Gordons," said Dr. Caldwell. "You know there's a famous gin named after you. Heh, heh."
"Incorrect," said Mr. Gordons. "I was named after the gin. We all were. But my system worked."
"Well, some parents do irreparable damage."
"You are all my parents. All the science of man is my parents."
"A noble sentiment," said Dr. Caldwell. "Would you care for a drink ?"
"No. I want what I paid you for."
"And paid well, too," said Caldwell, hoisting his glass. "Paid well. A toast to your generosity, sir. To Mr. Gordons."
"Have you done it?"
"Basically, I've got the total orientation, but I could use some specific parameters."
"In what direction?"
"Exactly what it is you want from the brains."
"I told you the last time," said Dr. Gordons.
"But you also said, and I remember well, that this might not be necessary. I remember that," said Dr. Caldwell. He freshened his drink a bit. If there was one thing he hated it was people who changed their minds. Hated. You needed a drink to deal with those kind of people.
"What I said was that I was going to do something that would make your services less crucial if
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what I was going to do succeeded, juicehead. It did not succeed. It failed."
"Jesus. Have a drink. I know what you mean. This will take the bite out of it."
"No, thank you. Have you done it?"
"I don't think you were all that clear last time," said Dr. Caldwell. He was getting tired of standing. Didn't Mr. Gordons ever get tired? Dr. Caldwell sat down on the edge of the table and leaned on his left hand. Whoops. One of the brains. It was all right. No damage. He assured Mr. Gordons that brains were a lot tougher than laymen thought. Sticky things though, weren't they?
"I gave you four brains, severed at the medula. The occipital lobe, the parietal lobe, the temporal lobe, and the front lobes were all undamaged."
"Right," said Dr. Caldwell. He needed a medical lecture from this clown like he needed an asphalt enema.
"I was especially careful of the occipital lobe, which we do know is the area of elaboration of thought."
"Good," said Dr. Caldwell. "Very good. You pronounce medical terms very well. Sure you didn't study medicine?"
"Medicine was fed into me."
"Intravenously?"
"No, medical knowledge. Garbage in, garbage out."
"Heh, heh, you sound like a computer."
"In a way. But not as viable as I should like."
"Don't we all feel that way?" said Dr. Caldwell. He drank to that.
"Now, have you isolated that area of the brain
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which has the greatest creativity? What we will do once we isolate this area is transform the weak electro-chemical signals of the body to electronic signals that I can use. We would need living people for that."
"Brilliant," said Dr. Caldwell. "I toast your genius."
"Have you done it?"
"No," said Dr. Caldwell.
"Why not?"
"I think we're approaching this unscientifically."
"I am open to your suggestions."
"Let's discuss it over a drink at Mitro's."
"I need no drink, and you have one."
"All right. I'll be frank. I took this case hoping I would be able to help you. But you haven't helped me."
"In what way?" asked Mr. Gordons.
"I need more information. You haven't been honest with me."
"I am incapable of being dishonest under normal circumstances."
"On that, sir, I will say you need a psychiatrist. A psychiatrist. It is humanly impossible to be honest all the time. Impossible. Thank you for coming, but I think your case is hopeless, and frankly, I need a good drink now more than I need an incurable patient. I always get the hopeless ones. When they're terminal, give 'em to old Caldwell. No wonder I have to drink. Do you know how many people I've had to tell that their loved ones did not survive operations ?"
"No."
"Plenty. I figured out that I, more than any doc-
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