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additional languages, including Mandarin Chinese and—”

“You won’t have any further trouble getting it up,” added my other
knee. “Bothersome erectile dysfunction is a thing of the past.”

“Hey, I don’t have any problems with that.”

“Haven’t had much opportunity to test that premise of late, have you,
dude?”

“Well, no, but—”

“Let’s get on with fixing dinner. A nice salad will fit in perfectly with our
omelet.”

As I gathered the ingredients for a small salad out of the crispers, I
asked, “Why did Dowling put his gadget in artificial knees?”

“He only did that in your case. Usually, chum, the enhancer, housed in
two very compact units, will be installed in one of the buttocks.”

“And why test it on me?”

“Dowling wanted to run a few human tests right now, but the higher
ups nixed that. They didn’t think the enhancer was quite ready yet. So the
doc decided to try it out on his own.”

“But why me? I’m too old to be a fighting man.”

“Exactly, buddy. If he can convert an old wreck like you into a first-rate
warrior, then the enhancer will work on anybody. That means that a lot of
young wrecks can be turned into gung-ho soldiers come the next big one.”

I was crumbling feta cheese into my salad dressing. “How come the
doctor didn’t ask my permission? And was he planning to let me know
eventually about his illegal experiment?”

“Of course he was, dear boy. Unfortunately, he vanished.”

“Bright and early mañana, kiddo, we’ll start hunting for him. You can’t
trust the FBI to track him down, nor the ... Oops!”

I set down the bottle of olive oil I’d picked up. “What?”

“Visitors. Let me handle this, jocko.”

“How can a knee—”

The door chimes sounded.