"Just what I thought," I sneered.
"I'm not turning back," he said slowly. "People need me. I've got a job to do. Haven't I? Haven't I?"
"No," I screamed at him. "You're just using that as an excuse to kill yourself. Don't try to tell me you're not weak! Don't you try to make me think you're strong! Hear me, Johnson, hear me?"
But he couldn't hear me.
One of the government technicians had broken the contact before that last spurt.
"This is good," Madison said, pawing fuzzily at his pocket. "Really—good."
I studied the three or four watchdials wobbling up and down my elongated wrist. They seemed to say it was almost sunrise.
I leered at Madison. "Yeah, yeah, what is it? Huh, huh?"
He shoved a crumpled card into my lax fingers.