CHAPTER 8
Still panting, he went back to sit on the bed, with his head in his hands, tears of rage and sheer powerlessness running through his face “What happened to me?” he asked himself again and again.
Suddenly he stood up “Martin!” he exclaimed “The Genetic Investigation Laboratories!” he quickly picked up his jacket and holophone “Sure” He and the GIL will have the answers I’m looking for!”
He got on the Airtube and he felt heartened to see that even after ten years the wagons he remembered were still the same, that people still seemed to live with their snouts in their holophones or with their eyes fixed into those parallel reality projectors (much smaller and practically invisible now with respect to what he knew), that people on the streets kept bumping into each other consideri
