***ANAD to Base…I’m doing my best, but there’s a lot of connections to make…and your side keeps changing what to connect***
Winger relayed ANAD’s concern and Doc Frost nodded in sympathy. “I’m afraid he’s right, Johnny. Since I can’t change the way you’re wired, I’ve got to change how ANAD goes about the linkup. Maybe I can combine some steps, eliminate others. Give me a night to think about it.”
“That’s fair,” Winger said.
‘It’s been a long day, Johnny,” said Mary Duncan. She handed him a cup of steaming hot tea.
“Glasseye?” he asked. He took the cup and sniffed it experimentally.
Duncan shook her head. “Only Burma Black, this time. Very soothing, if I do say so.”
Winger sipped at the scalding liquid. “Before you take ANAD back, Doc, I’d like to try something. ANAD--?”
***ANAD to Base…I’m here, Boss***
“I’m closing my eyes—“ Johnny Winger sank back into the confines of the recliner. “Show me what you see right now…inside that containment capsule. I want to see it the way you see it.”