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<title>Am I Still There?</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707051754/5320_am_i_still_there_.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707051754/5320_am_i_still_there__preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Am I Still There?" alt ="Am I Still There?"/></a><br//>Lee slid off the examining table and began buttoning his shirt. He had had a medical examination every six months of his adult life, and it always seemed strange to him that, despite the banks of machines the doctor had which could practically map a man from a single cell outward, each examination always entailed the cold end of a stethoscope against his chest. He tucked his shirt into his pants and turned to the examining doctor who was writing on a chart. "Well?" Lee asked him. "Sound as a dollar," replied the doctor. "Of course Dr. Flotman or Dr. Roberts might turn up something on their electronic monsters, but I see no reason why we can't go ahead on schedule."]]></description>
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