Our newspaper is delivered by a middle-aged1 Iranian driving a Nissan Sentra. Something about the car makes meuneasy— the car waiting with its headlights on, at dawn, as the man places the newspaper on the front steps. I tellmyself I have reached an age, the age of unreliable menace. The world is full of abandoned meanings. In thecommonplace I find unexpected themes and intensities2.
I sat at my desk in the office staring down at the white tablet. It was more or less flying-saucer-shaped, a streamlineddisk with the tiniest of holes at one end. It was only after moments of intense scrutiny3 that I'd been able to spot thehole.
The tablet was not chalky like aspirin4 and not exactly capsule-slick either. It felt strange in the hand, curiouslysensitive to the touch but at the same time giving the impression that it was synthetic5, insoluble, elaboratelyengineered.
I walked over to a small domed6 building known as the Observatory7 and gave the tablet to Winnie Richards, a" youngresearch neurochemist whose work was said to be brilliant. She was a tall gawky furtive8 woman who blushed whensomeone said something funny. Some of the New York émigrés liked to visit her cubicle9 and deliver rapid-fireone-liners, just to see her face turn red.
I watched her sit at the cluttered10 desk for two or three minutes, slowly rotating the tablet between her thumb andindex finger. She licked it and shrugged11.
"Certainly doesn't taste like much.""How long will it take to analyze12 the contents?""There's a dolphin's brain in my in-box but come see me in forty-eight hours."Winnie was well-known on the Hill for moving from place to place without being seen. No one knew how shemanaged this or why she found it necessary. Maybe she was self-conscious about her awkward frame, her craninglook and odd lope. Maybe she had a phobia concerning open spaces, although the spaces at the college were mainlysnug and quaint13. Perhaps the world of people and things had such an impact on her, struck her with the force of somerough and naked body—made her blush in fact—that she found it easier to avoid frequent contact. Maybe she wastired of being called brilliant. In any case I had trouble locating her all the rest of that week. She was not to be seen onthe lawns and walks, was absent from her cubicle whenever I looked in.
At home Denise made it a point not to bring up the subject of Dylar. She did not want to put pressure on me and evenavoided eye contact, as if an exchange of significant looks was more than our secret knowledge could bear. Babette,for her part, could not seem to produce a look that wasn't significant. In the middle of conversations she turned togaze at snowfalls, sunsets or parked cars in a sculptured and eternal way. These contemplations began to worry me.
She'd always been an outward-looking woman with a bracing14 sense of particularity, a trust in the tangible15 and real.
This private gazing was a form of estrangement16 not only from those of us around her but from the very things shewatched so endlessly.
We sat at the breakfast table after the older kids were gone.
"Have you seen the Stovers' new dog?""No," I said.
'They think it's a space alien. Only they're not joking. I was there yesterday. The animal is strange.""Has something been bothering you?""I'm fine," she said.
"I wish you'd tell me. We tell each other everything. We always have.""Jack17, what could be bothering me?""You stare out of windows. You're different somehow. You don't quite see things and react to things the way youused to.""That's what their dog does. He stares out of windows. But not just any window. He goes upstairs to the attic18 and putshis paws up on the sill to look out the highest window. They think he's waiting for instructions.""Denise would kill me if she knew I was going to say this.""What?""I found the Dylar.""What Dylar?""It was taped to the radiator19 cover.""Why would I tape something to the radiator cover?"'That's exactly what Denise predicted you would say.""She's usually right.""I talked to Hookstratten, your doctor.""I'm in super shape, really.""That's what he said.""Do you know what these cold gray leaden days make me want to do?""What?""Crawl into bed with a good-looking man. I'll put Wilder in his play tunnel. You go shave and brush your teeth. Meetyou in the bedroom in ten minutes."That afternoon I saw Winnie Richards slip out a side door of the Observatory and go loping down a small lawntoward the new buildings. I hurried out of my office and went after her. She kept close to walls, moving in along-gaited stride. I felt I had made an important sighting of an endangered animal or some phenomenal subhumanlike a yeti or sasquatch. It was cold and still leaden. I found I could not gain on her without breaking into a trot20. Shehurried around the back of Faculty21 House and I picked up the pace, fearing I was on the verge22 of losing her. It feltstrange to be running. I hadn't run in many years and didn't recognize my body in this new format23, didn't recognizethe world beneath my feet, hard-surfaced and abrupt24. I turned a corner and picked up speed, aware of floating bulk.
Up, down, life, death. My robe flew behind me.
I caught up to her in the empty corridor of a one-story building that smelled of embalming25 fluids. She stood againstthe wall in a pale green tunic26 and tennis sneakers. I was too winded to speak and raised my right arm, requesting adelay. Winnie led me to a table in a small room full of bottled brains. The table was fitted with a sink and coveredwith note pads and lab instruments. She gave me water in a paper cup. I tried to dissociate the taste of the tap waterfrom the sight of the brains and the general odor of preservatives27 and disinfectants.
"Have you been hiding from me?" I said. "I've left notes, phone messages.""Not from you, Jack, or anyone in particular.""Then why have you been so hard to find?""Isn't this what the twentieth century is all about?""What?""People go into hiding even when no one is looking for them.""Do you really think that's true?""It's obvious," she said.
"What about the tablet?""An interesting piece of technology. What's it called?""Dylar.""Never heard of it," she said.
"What can you tell me about it? Try not to be too brilliant. I haven't eaten lunch yet."I watched her blush.
"It's not a tablet in the old sense," she said. "It's a drug delivery system. It doesn't dissolve right away or release itsingredients right away. The medication in Dylar is encased in a polymer membrane28. Water from yourgastrointestinal tract29 seeps30 through the membrane at a carefully controlled rate.""What does the water do?""It dissolves the medication encased in the membrane. Slowly, gradually, precisely31. The medicine then passes out ofthe polymer tablet through a single small hole. Once again the rate is carefully controlled.""It took me a while to spot the hole.""That's because it's laser-drilled. It's not only tiny but stunningly32 precise in its dimensions.""Lasers, polymers.""I'm not an expert in any of this, Jack, but I can tell you it's a wonderful little system.""What's the point of all this precision?""I would think the controlled dosage is meant to eliminate the hit-or-miss effect of pills and capsules. The drug isdelivered at specified33 rates for extended periods. You avoid the classic pattern of overdosage followed byunderdosage. You don't get a burst of medication followed by the merest trickle34. No upset stomach, queasiness,vomiting, muscle cramps35, et cetera. This system is efficient.""I'm impressed. I'm even dazzled. But what happens to the polymer tablet after the medication is pumped out of it?""It self-destructs. It implodes36 minutely of its own massive gravitation. We've entered the realm of physics. Once theplastic membrane is reduced to microscopic37 particles, it passes harmlessly out of the body in the time-honored way.""Fantastic. Now tell me what the medication is designed to do? What is Dylar? What are the chemical components38?""I don't know," she said.
"Of course you know. You're brilliant. Everyone says so.""What else can they say? I do neurochemistry. No one knows what that is.""Other scientists have some idea. They must. And they say you're brilliant.""We're all brilliant. Isn't that the understanding around here? You call me brilliant, I call you brilliant. It's a form ofcommunal ego39.""No one calls me brilliant. They call me shrewd. They say I latched40 on to something big. I filled an opening no oneknew existed.""There are openings for brilliance41 too. It's my turn, that's all. Besides, I'm built funny and walk funny. If they couldn'tcall me brilliant, they would be forced to say cruel things about me. How awful for everyone."She clutched some files to her chest.
"Jack, all I can tell you for certain is that the substance contained in Dylar is some kind of psychopharmaceutical. It'sprobably designed to interact with a distant part of the human cortex. Look around you. Brains everywhere. Sharks,whales, dolphins, great apes. None of them remotely matches the human brain in complexity42. The human brain is notmy field. I have only a bare working knowledge of the human brain but it's enough to make me proud to be anAmerican. Your brain has a trillion neurons and every neuron has ten thousand little dendrites. The system ofintercommunication is awe-inspiring. It's like a galaxy43 that you can hold in your hand, only more complex, moremysterious.""Why does this make you proud to be an American?""The infant's brain develops in response to stimuli44. We still lead the world in stimuli."I sipped45 my water.
"I wish I knew more," she said. "But the precise nature of the medication eludes46 me. I can tell you one thing. It is noton the market.""But I found it in an ordinary prescription47 vial.""I don't care where you found it. I'm pretty sure I'd recognize the ingredients of a known brain-receptor drug. Thisone is unknown."She began to shoot quick looks toward the door. Her eyes were bright and fearful. I realized there were noises in thecorridor. Voices, shuffling48 feet. I watched Winnie back toward a rear door. I decided49 I wanted to see her blush onemore time. She put an arm behind her, unlatched the door, turned quickly and went running into the gray afternoon.
I tried to think of something funny to say.
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