A Werewolf Among Us by Dean Koontz

Author:Dean Koontz
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Horror
ISBN: 9780345030559
Publisher: Ballantine Books
Published: 1973-07-14T05:00:00+00:00

"What hit me?"

"Drugs of some sort. Inspector Rainy knows al about that. I'l let him fil you in."

St. Cyr suddenly reached to his chest, felt the lines of a human body. "What happened to the shel ?"

"We had to take it off to put you in the autodoc receival tray. Hel of a delay figuring out how to remove it. You could have bled to death."

"Wil you help me up?"

"Of course not!" she snapped. "Jesus, you're a first-class masochist!"

He smiled, though he didn't want to smile. "I have a job to do; I get a high by-the-day fee."

"You're too racked up to go running around the garden any more just now. Relax."

"I wasn't going to run anywhere. But I could do some clearer thinking if I had the bio-computer data banks to help." She stood up and crossed the room to the easy chair, picked up the shel and carried it back to the bed. "I don't think you real y need this at al right now; you just want it."

"I need it," he said.

"You know what I said before."

"Yes."

"I think you rely on it too much. I know you do. Why do you have to face the world so logical y? Why can't you break down and be human now and then? I won't say, 'like the rest of us,'

because you know how messed up I am. But when you are an emotional creature, when hypno-keying hasn't ruined you, why fal back on this damn thing?"

"I think you're beginning to care about me," he said. "See, I told you it was possible, that you had the capacity."

"Bul shit," she said, handing him the shel as he sat up in bed again. "Do you need help?"

"No."

"Then I'l leave. I don't want to see those damned holes in your chest again."

When she was at the open door between his bedroom and the sitting room, he cal ed to her. "Tel Rainy to come and see me, wil you?"

"He already asked me to tel him when you came around."

"Thank you."

But she was gone.

St. Cyr turned the shel on its back, pul ed out the two cords that terminated in male jacks, plugged them into the female receptacles in his chest. For a moment he almost stopped at that point, almost unplugged the shel and put it away. Why couldn't it wait until morning? It couldn't wait until morning simply because of the nightmares… But the bio-computer was always bothering him when it attempted to analyze his dreams, wasn't it? Wouldn't it be pleasant to have a reprieve from the inevitable psychoanalysis? He reminded himself that the computer itself did not comment on the dreams. The computer was only a compact data bank and logic circuitry. He used it, and he produced results. When it talked to him, he was actual y talking to himself, no matter how much like a dialogue the unspoken conversation seemed. Therefore, it was not as great a weakness to rely on the shel as Tina thought it was; in a way, he was only relying on himself.

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