Michael Malone - Weebly

he afterwards protested) in the steerage of a boat in
December of 1929 ("Of all times," he would add) at
age three. He was small, sturdy, messy, arrogant,
temperamental, full of energy, and congested from a
cold he'd been unable to shake for the last six months.
Dr. Svatopluk had been cooperating with his visitors
(walking them through his labs and offering them
excellent coffee) because he assumed that they were his
bosses, there in response to long-unanswered reports
he'd written Washington asking them to stop the
Pentagon from interfering with his work again. He
feared, he said, that if those tinkertoy wood-head
soldiers were given the go-ahead, they would go ahead
until nothing was left in the world but dropsical
cockroaches munching on TV antennas.
"Gentlemen," Svatopluk warned his guests, "we
cannot trust the yahoos. And why did you think you
needed the military complex?
You don't even need scientific research for
viralization." He waved his arm around his gleaming
white laboratory. "Not when you consider how well the
industrial complex can mass-produce deadly disease,