![]() ![]() We are arranged in a triangle and the roof-mounted Arms of Harassment are in the center of the ceiling. There are two more hammock-like beds mounted to the walls, each with their own patient. Stark-white light comes from ceiling-mounted LED lights. The walls look plastic and the whole room is round. Not the most comfortable sensation, but when is a tube up your butt ever comfortable? Otherwise, why would they have me hooked up to all the stuff? Shouldn’t there be muscle atrophy? I assume I’ve had some massive medical problem and been in this bed for a while. I raise my right arm and let it fall back to the bed. Those latter two are kind of the signature items I wanted removed, but okay. Only three tubes remain: an IV in my arm, a tube up my butt, and a catheter. Before I know it, they’ve removed most of the tubes from my body. “Hand movement detected,” says the computer. How long was I out? It must have been a while because I feel rested. Read below (or listen) to an exclusive excerpt from Chapter 1 of "Project Hail Mary" by Andy Weir: ![]()
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