Uncle Roy was doing some quick calculations. Surely the drugs which produced O.P's artificially induced lack of eye-hand co-ordination, depth perception, balance, and reaction-times should have been cleared out of his system by now? He had pumped O.P full of 'de-toxing' fruit juices, vitamins, and blood-cleaners. He looked closely for some sign. The satellite images allowed him to get close enough to virtually smell his breath. And if Uncle Roy was not mistaken, yes, there it was, a subtle change in his posture. More erect. It was as if invisible balloons were pulling straight up from his chest and from the top back of his head. His chin was down. His head had slid back horizontally on his neck. His head, neck, shoulders and hips were all aligned. He was 'standing tall'. It was as if he h
