The monkey and the dead mouse are on the examination table.
In a split screen, the robot arm lifts the door of the mouse cage open, as the monkey remains strapped to the table.
Dutton presses a button marked “AUTO SCAN.”
On his monitor, the five block outlines fill with an expanding yellow blob, followed by the text “NO CHANGE – – PROGRAM ENDS END PRINT ON 03 50.”
The monkey, dead, lies still on the table.
“We’ll look at a replay of that, at speed six,” says Dutton. On the big monitor above Dutton, the same event occurs in slow motion, the schematic of the monkey filling with a yellow blob that expands outward from the lungs.
“That tells us what we want to know, Hall,” says Dutton. “The organism is inhaled. The clotting begins in the lungs and spreads outward.”
“I didn’t think it possible,” says Hall, now out of his sterile glovebox suit. “I didn’t think the total volume of blood could solidify that fast. I’d hoped that maybe one crucial clot would form in the brain, which is what made them go insane, and then the rest of the blood clot more slowly. We’d have a chance to cure that.”
“Cure what?” asks Dutton. “We don’t know what it is! Stone and Leavitt haven’t been able to isolate the hellish thing.” Dutton pauses, shakes off his mood, and says, “Of course the will, in time.”
Hall looks at Anon, cradling the baby, while Jackson continues to sleep.
“Of course,” says Hall.