23 CONAN
Peter returned to Cybernetic that evening after seven p.m. and, after greeting a guard who was used to the evening visits, went to the animal holding room adjacent to his laboratory. There he retrieved Conan and wheeled the cage into the lab, all the while speaking firmly to the animal, assuring him that everything was all right. The dog growled, but his heart didn’t seem to be in it. Peter slipped on a muzzle and wrestled Conan into the support sling.
Peter shaved the previously unused forepaw. Probably because he’d had it done before, Conan tolerated the procedure and took an interest in the prep, including administration of the pre-scan sedative. Peter adjusted the scanning helmet, checked blood pressure, and began the reverse scan, dumping the Roverbot-conditioned Conan
