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I stared at her "That’s what I’ve been doing since I called you"

"No, Sal You’ve been playing at trust, but what I’m about to ask you to do… you need to be absolutely sure that you believe I have your best interests at heart Otherwise, we can wait See if the crisis passes Those blood vessels should hold for a while longer" Dr Cale looked atto leave her face a featureless uess I have to trust you," I said, trying to sound more sincere than I felt I didn’t know if I would ever really trust Dr Cale, but I didn’t have any options left--not unless I wanted to die Choosing to liveto trust her, whether I wanted to or not "Let’s open the broken doors all the way"

Dr Cale nodded "I’ll set things up," she said, and turned her wheelchair and rolled away, leaving reed to let her do to me

Take the bread and take the salt,

Know that this is not your fault;

Take the things you need, for you will not be co back

Pause before you shut the door,

Look back once, and never more

Take a breath and take a step, committed to this track

The broken doors are kept in places ancient and unknown

My darling ones, be careful now, and don’t go out alone

–FROM DON’T GO OUT ALONE, BY SIMONE KIMBERLEY, PUBLISHED 2006 BY LIGHTHOUSE PRESS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT

The big question of the hour is pretty obvious: it’s the question we’ve been asking every scientist from Galileo to Oppenheimer, from Frankenstein to Moreau Do I feel like we at Sy to play God?