Lawrence only grunted as he pulled out a small grey box from his pocketand flipped it open and began running it over the alien box."what's that?" Joha...ae asked."A tricorder, confiscated from a Trek fan." He must of been sad to hand it over." Regardless of wether or not he was "sad" didn't matter. He was using itto remotely hack into various bank computers in his home town. We alsofound a phaser on him that was set to kill after we jumped him." My god, if he used it..." Then he would have burned. ?SHITSHITSHIT?JESUSSHIT!? It wasn?t pins and needles; it was white hot daggers and foot long hypodermics. My brain wasn?t even able to process the new sensations of pain. It was excruciating, but at least it was slowly subsiding.?Hey Norris,? said Tony, ?maybe a couple of ice cubes would help her.?Norris said, ?Oh?yeah, okay,? and reached into the cooler. He handed me a few cubes, which I immediately placed against my distressed buds. They looked like they weren?t any worse for wear, but they. They were old. People get old. People die. That’s life.And, like I said, I was satisfied with mine. I just didn’t want to die.Big—a name my friend got in his teens sixty-some years ago—had a different opinion.“Just don’t resuscitate me. I’ve had enough of this life and it will be a blessing to put it behind me. Just let me go and Lord, make it soon. The only thing I have to look forward to in this life is beating you at pinochle Wednesday night and it isn’t that big a thrill. The food’s nothing. Sorry if I passed out last night."Simone suppressed her disbelief that his "passing out" was the only thing Greg apologized for. But her intention had been to come and talk honestly (and as objectively as possible) to him, with the goal of determining whether or not she had energy to put into healing their relationship. To that end, she held her tongue."Greg, I want to talk to you about last night. Um ... would you put down the paper, please?" Mm-hm," Greg mumbled."Really, Honey," Simone choked.