Donovan's Brain Page #2

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What about it, Jan?

There must be something wrong.

There are indications

of Alpha waves.

Not too unusual.

In violent death,

like the plane crash,

organs of the body

die at different times,

and his brain's still alive.

You're right.

The waves aren't

weakening at all.

Come on, Frank, I think

we have time enough.

Time for what?

Donovan's dead, isn't he?

Beyond all help?

So?

Science can use Donovan's brain.

Hurry, or we'll never make it.

You're crazy.

Count me out.

It's against the law

to operate on a corpse.

It could mean jail.

And for what?

What do you hope to prove?

There's no time to talk now.

Either help me,

or leave me on my own.

Please, darling, don't...

Believe in me, will you, baby?

Get the instruments

out of the sterilizer.

Quickly.

The bottom tray.

You're wackier sober

than I ever was crocked.

What an idea,

stealing a man's brain.

Second success of the day.

To Patrick Cory,

doctor of science,

who plays miracle man

on the side.

Now will you tell us why?

Jan, please, 40th minute...

Tissue regains color,

complete recovery

from surgical shock.

It's simple, Frank.

We have blood banks,

bone banks, eye banks,

corneal transplants

from dead to living.

Jan, arteries resuming

pre-operative state.

Add the time.

So what? Preservation

of tissue is nothing new.

Why risk a jail sentence

for that?

If this brain lives,

maybe we can discover

how it thinks.

Impossible.

It can't see, it can't hear,

and it can't feel.

That's correct.

The brain itself can't.

That's why this one

feels no pain

even though it's still alive,

but this brain contains

all the knowledge and experience

of Warren Donovan's entire life.

In other words,

all his thoughts.

The impulses of these thoughts,

then, must still be alive.

You're just guessing,

aren't you?

Am I?

What do you think is registering

on the oscillograph?

I'm a doctor,

not an electrician.

For all I know,

that thing would move

even without the brain.

Let's see. Fluid level

has dropped 2 millimeters.

Do you suppose it could

be absorbing nourishment?

Promise me something,

will you, pal?

If anyone ever asks

any questions about this,

you don't even know my name.

I promise.

Well, see ya.

Where are you going?

Still 11 bottles

left in that case.

Why don't you

take them home with you?

Good idea.

I'm supposed

to be home... On duty.

Darling, what about the stew?

Oh, right now,

but in here, please.

I'm not budging an inch

as long as Mr. Donovan's

brain is still alive.

72nd hour, third day.

Current increase...

2 microvolts.

Please, take it off the hook.

Well, let's face it, darling.

If you don't go to town,

Higgins is going

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