Terrence took a break between his usual blogging and scanning-the-web activities to check out more pages on Synth. The only material he found was the usual bullshit, either claiming it was the wonder drug that could cure all ailments (a statement to which he wasn’t far from subscribing at the present moment, he had to admit) or that it was the most dangerous mind-altering drug ever (which could equally be true).
He wondered if he knew anybody in the department who would have access to more info.
He sent an email to some guys he was in contact with in the Research & Development Unit, with Bergman in c.c. It was better to get the boss somewhat in the loop, so his query wouldn’t arouse unnecessary suspicions.
Yes, this time don’t fuck up. Remember little Mike. Remember the chances of being struck by lightning.