Unformatted text preview: lamppost perhaps, or a bit of iron balcony on the upper facade of a house behind its stucco store- front. "I think the question is," Lightner said, once again talking to him- self as much as to Lark, "what are we going to tell them. You know perfectly well what's happening. You know this has nothing to do with genetic illness, except in the broadest interpretation of those words." The cab driver made a U-turn and tore down the Avenue, bouncing them uncomfortably together on the leather seat of the cab. "I don't follow you," said Larkin. "I don't know what's going on. This is some kind of syndrome, like toxic shock." "Oh, come on, man," said Lightner. "We both know. He's trying to mate with them. You told me yourself, did you not? Rowan said she wanted to know if the creature could mate with humans or with her. She wanted an entire genetic examination of all material." Lark was stunned. He had not in all seriousness thought of this, and he reali...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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