The nurse appeared and said, "Mr. Raymond would like to see you, sir."
"Send him in."
Raymond grinned and remarked, "You look like you've been getting up to date."
"I have been. Things look pretty good, don't they?"
"They look tremendous," Raymond said. "Dixon phoned from Washington to say that Vorys and Brewster have been won over. The Committee's recommending a multi-million dollar federal grant to us for continuing research."
"Great! Now I suppose you can lick the business of insanity, Mart."
Raymond grinned cheerfully again. "Didn't I tell you? We broke through that wall about four days ago. It's a matter of insulating the hormone feed lines. Yours was the last risky reanimation."
Before Harker could reply, the phone by the side of his bed chimed briefly. He picked it up and heard a voice say, "Albany calling for Mr. James Harker."
"That's me," Harker said.
"Go ahead, Albany."