Any Symptoms?
Washington, D. C., December 2029
Shortly after dinner, Vic heard a knock on the door. He opened it up, and said, "What are you doing here? I thought I'd seen the last of you."
"So you remember me," Ginesh said. "I didn't know if you would."
"Sure I remember you. Ginesh, right?"
Ginesh smiled at the recognition. "You have a good memory. I'm lucky if I remember my wife's name."
"What's up? Anything wrong?"
"No. Nothing like that," Ginesh said.
"So what are you doing here? I know you didn't drop by to visit."
Ginesh laughed, an uncomfortable chuckle. "You're right. The makers of NeuroScan wanted me to follow up with everyone to ensure things were going well. Make sure there were no adverse effects."
Vic swung the door open wider. "Come on in. Have a seat."
After Gines
