Superbeast Page #5

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This is unbelievable!

Why, honey, it's the

oldest sport in the world.

- But...

- But what?

This is different?

Oh, ho, ho.

There's nothing different, is there, Doc?

These are wild animals,

dangerous creatures,

worthless forms of life.

But it is killing.

You are perverted!

Oh, Bambi, Bambi, Bambi,

you live in a dream world.

It's a fantasy.

Why, you think every

animal's a goddamn Bambi.

Well, let me tell you something:

if you'd been with me this morning

and saw what I tracked down in that hut,

you would've cheered me.

You would have!

He didn't even belong on God's earth.

Wasn't like you, or me, or Doc;

like a prehistoric beast.

Doc?

When are you gonna have

another one ready, Doc?

Well?

A couple of days.

That's good.

That's good.

I'll stick around.

Marie killed a man in Macau.

She was a prostitute, but

they never caught her.

Why was she

arrested in the Philippines?

Something smacked of salience.

And you think

she's rehabilitated?

I know she is, as long

as she's in the primary state.

Same thing with Benny.

He was a pimp, a thief, a hatchet-man,

but he wouldn't hurt anyone now.

Well, you could cross him and he'd,

well, he just wouldn't give a damn.

But what about their feelings?

What about their emotions?

All intact.

They're reoriented.

Watch.

Do you like Marie, Benny?

Yes.

Do you like Benny, Marie?

Yes, very much.

Do you both like me?

Yes.

Do you like Dr. Pardee?

Yes.

Yes, if you say so.

You like everybody

now, don't you, Benny?

I don't hate anymore.

I so feel happy.

Good.

Now, I want you both to

think about the word love.

I want you to think about

what that word means to you.

I couldn't help noticing

how suggestible they are.

That's the positive

and guaranteed reaction

of the first state,

and that's exactly what's

given me the determination

to continue my experiments.

You know, I can dig

what you're trying to do.

I don't condone the experiments,

because of the negative end results.

I can see that you're a dedicated man,

and that you believe that the

ends will justify the means.

What I can't accept is how

can you let that gun freak

hunt down and make sport of the mutations.

I don't understand that.

My relationship with Stewart Victor

is one I find distasteful, but necessary.

About a year ago, Victor was,

by the way, that's not his real name.

I heard he was stopping off in Manila

on his way to safari in Malaysia.

Well, I knew him in the

States as a wealthy rancher,

an oil man, and a member of several boards

studying penal reform.

My own money had run out,

and I came into Manila

hoping to tap Victor

for enough to continue my research.

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