The main character is obliged, according to a signal from the detector sewn into his hand, to give himself some injections... “The detector beeped. The small, translucent fiberglass blob sewn into my right arm, just below my shoulder, pulsated and glowed red. Again! This hasn’t happened for a long time... It’s good to be at home. At work I wouldn't dare. They'll think, God knows what! Although Dr. Zeisler ordered me to carry medicine with me everywhere. I reached for a syringe and ampoules. Something indecent was already going on in my head. My thoughts were confused. Faster! Did I really forget how to give injections quickly during the long period of remission? I break the ampoule, fill the syringe, and the demon in my head is already whispering: “Don’t. Why are you doing this?’ Get out! I inject it into a vein and pass out...” From the author: The story was first published in the Kirovograd magazine “Threshold” in 2001. Thank you very much to Kurt Ellis ( for the cover.