tracks the transmitting
signal it is sending out, and when it is received by a
neuropath inside the limb, the computer locks on its
location and continues to feed it electrical stimuli. It's a
bit hit and miss, but we try and locate as many undam¬
aged neuropathways as we can, then sit back and wait.
If all goes as planned, the traumatized limb settles back
down and starts to act as if n o t h i n g has happened. It's
receiving a more than adequate blood supply and a con¬
stant transmission of brain-simulated electrical stimuli.
I'm oversimplifying again, but basically those are the
only two things the limb needs.
"Those spastic, jerky motions you noticed in the
video are actually induced by us. The body parts don't
really need that much stimulation to stay healthy, but
we do it anyway j u s t to keep the muscles from succumb¬
ing to atrophy.
"It's not a perfect system, by any means, and some¬
times all our efforts still end up going for naught, but
our success rate now stands at j u s t over ninety-one per¬
cent. N o t too shabby, h u h ? "
He stopped talking and once again the small confer¬
ence room was silent, but this time it wasn't uncomfort¬
able. Unlike the tension-61'ed silence that had succeeded
the video presentation, this quiet was more of a ponder¬
ing, absorbing all the facts kind of quiet. We'd been fed
a lot of information, both visually and verbally, and we
each needed a minute or two to chew it and digest it at
our own speed. Realizing this, Dr. Marshall remained
quiet, busying himself with straightening out and tuck¬
ing in the blanket covering his legs. It didn't need
straightening, but it gave us the time we needed to
gather our thoughts.
My thoughts weren't particularly nice ones. In fact,
they were downright nasty. I couldn't quite get the im¬
age of my own arm out of my head. I kept picturing it
severed from my body and twitching on some lab table
with thousands of those little colorful wires trailing
out from its ragged bloody end. It wasn't a pretty im¬
age to sit and think about so I stood up to ask the doc¬
tor a question, just to derail my morbid thoughts.
"Doctor?" I asked. "Earlier, before you showed the
video, you said the point wasn't to shock anyone but to
prove what we were going to attempt here could be done.
Maybe I'm missing something but with the obvious
success you're having with this type of thing, isn't it
becoming old hat for you? I mean, you've done this
over and over with various body parts, and to me at
least, you seem to have it down pat. W h a t do you need
us for? W h a t are you planning to attempt with our
limbs that's so special?"
Dr. Marshall seemed to deflate in his wheelchair and
for a moment I thought I'd blown my chance at getting
rich. I was sure he was about to get mad and have me
tossed out on my ear. Instead, he rolled his chair closer
to us and asked Bill and I to move down so he wouldn't
have to shout anymore. I helped move Red Beard down
beside Wheels and Bill and I grabbed chairs in the first
row too.
"Much better," Dr. Marshall said with a smile, then
took a deep breath. "I was going to save this until after
lunch but what the heck, now's as good a time as any.
Mr. Fox has brought up a very good point. There comes
a time in any research project when simply repeating
the experiment becomes redundant. What's the point
of doing something again if you already know it can be
done? It's a waste of time and resources.
"Our research, while miles ahead of the public sec¬
tor, has basically slammed up against that proverbial
redundant wall, so I've decided it's time to take the next
step up the ladder. It's time we used the knowledge
we've acquired not only to keep a severed limb alive and
healthy but to go ahead and reattach it to a h u m a n host,
fully functional and strong as ever. This is where you
people come in. Yours will be the first limbs we ever try
this with, which is why I