Knight turned towards him from her seat at the conference table. 'Fleming's delivered?' she asked. 'Already?' 'I saw it,' confirmed Carvelli beside her. Soames nodded. 'The NeuroTranslator is there, fully calibrated, complete with all the communication modifications necessary to link up with the soul-capture hardware. We're ready to go.' 'Tonight?' Accosta said, still not believing it. Progress on the project seemed to be accelerating as the end of his life drew nearer - as if God was speeding him on. From his seat beside Monsignor Diageo he looked through the two-way mirror into the laboratory. Two orderlies were preparing the bed and the glass head-sphere. 'Tonight,' Soames confirmed. He turned to Knight. 'We have a test candidate from the hospices?' Knight hesitated. 'Since Amber we've cut back on collecting terminal subjects,' she said. 'As you know, one terminal patient is stored in a life-support casket in the green sector, but she was brought here for a different reason.' 'There's no real reason why she can't be a candidate, though, is there?' demanded Soames.
