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“And you pick the mood?”

“That’s part of it With standard equipment, you don’t have as much control, not nearly the depth of field With what I’ve developed, you can turn it on and off like a light Sexual need or satisfaction, euphoria, ot it”

“A death wish?”

“No” He shook his head quickly “I don’t play those games”

“But it’s all a game to you, isn’t it? You push the buttons, and the people dance You’re the electronic god”

“You’repicture,” he insisted “Do you knohat people would pay for this kind of capability? You can feel anything you want”

Eve opened the file Feeney had brought in She tossed photos out, faceup “What did they feel, Jess?” She pushed theyou made them feel so that they killed themselves with smiles on their faces?”

He hite as death itself, eyes glazing before heover, he retched out his health center breakfast

“Let the record show the suspect is momentarily indisposed,” Peabody said dryly “Should I call for maintenance and a health aide, Lieutenant?”

“Christ, yes,” Eve muttered as Jess continued to heave “We’ll break this interview at oh ten fifteen Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, record off”

“Great brain, weak stomach” Feeney went to the dispenser in the corner and poured a cup of water “Here, boy, see if you can choke some of this down”

Jess’s eyes watered His stomach muscles were raw Water sloshed in the cup so that Feeney had to guide it to his ed “You can’t”

“We’ll see about that” Eve stepped aside so that the inco aide could cart him off to the infirmary “I need some air,” she muttered and walked out

“Hold on, Dallas” Feeney hurried after her, leaving Peabody to direct ather up the file “We need to talk”

“My office is closer” She swore lightly as her knee throbbed The ice bandage earing off and needed to be replaced Her hip was murderous