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- “Please drink several deep swallows of this,” says Doc Impossible.
- “What is it?” I ask, and then start sucking on the tube hesitantly.
- “Cherry soda,” she says. I take a deep swallow. It’s just the right level of cold and fizzy. “And also enough radioactive contrast dye to light you up like Chernobyl.”
- “What?”
- “You’re wearing the mantle of Dreadnought, Danny. You really think a little thing like cesium is going to hurt you? Now hold still for a moment, I want to watch what it does.”
- The sensor ring drops down again and scans my stomach intensively for a few moments. “Okay, now drink from the tube again.”
- Root beer this time.
- “What’s in that? Cyanide?”
- “Naw. Strychnine.”
- “What could you possibly learn from that?”
- “By itself? Not much. But it is also irradiated, and strychnine permeates the body’s tissues very quickly. In your case that happens to be all it will do. I presume you want to be done with this before the sun gets up.”
- - Dreadnought, Chapter 5
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