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THE MAN IN WHITE
I was shown in by one of the junior scientists, who had a pair of dark-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. I was told to change into a paper gown and sit on the examination table. I did. This was routine. However, it was not every day that Dr. Nicholson did the examination. I swallowed. Why now?
This wing was different from any other area in the facility. It had a cleanliness to it that didn’t exist anywhere else. I supposed a medical lab would need to be. It looked like someone could actually eat off the floor and the examination tables in this place. It was brightly lit and white. So white, I felt like I was lost in a snow blizzard of a colorless world, with glass touch screen monitors that appeared more like mirrors than decorative glass.
The door slid open and Dr
