mind-bogglingly mundane. It's was like "okay, here's the cure right here" then, "oh look, sweet ass" and "holy fuck I just had the cure where the shit did it go?". It's a damned lucky thing for the sickies that the 32nd and 29th trans-meditatic consciousnesses are such sticklers for data security. All he had to do now was cannaboidulate in resonance with the consciousnesses in question, and...