MOGEN DEEL
Mogen Deel awoke in a warm, clean hospital bed. Dense grogginess challenged his vision at first, but soon the wake-up meds took over, and his gaze cleared. A tall bald man dressed in white stood over him. Deel tried to speak, but his voice was stuck like he had peanut butter caught in his throat. He cleared his throat several times.
“Dr. Hart. How long have I been here?”
“We’ve had you in stasis for seven months, Mr. Deel. Management’s orders. I tried to convince them that three months was plenty of time, but they wanted a full investigation into the matter.”
“What matter?”
“The matter of how you happened to be shot, sir.”
“Wasn’t there video?”
“Of course. But you know Management. They had to be sure.”
“What did they determine?”
Dr. Hart smiled. “You’re in the clear, si
