Allen Steele - The Good Rat
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The Good Rat
by Allen Steele
Illustration by William R. Warren, Jr.
Get home from spending two weeks in Thailand and Nepal. Nice tan from lying on the beach at Koh Samui, duffel bag full of stuff picked up cheap on the street in Kathmandu. Good vacation, but broke now. Money from mortgaging kidneys almost gone, mailbox full of bills and disconnect notices. Time to find work again.
Call agent, leave a message on her machine. She calls back that afternoon. We talk about the trip a little bit; tell her that Im sending her a wooden mask. Likes that, but says shes busy trying to broker another couple of rats for experiments at Procter & Gamble. Asks why Im calling.
Tell her Im busted. Need work soon. Got bills to pay. She says, Ill work on it, get back to you soon, ciao, then hangs up on me. Figure Ill send her the ugliest mask in my bag.
Jet-lagged from spending last twenty-four hours on airplanes. Sleep next two days, watch a lot of TV in between. Mom calls on Tuesday, asks me where Ive been for last month. Says shes been trying to find me. Dont tell her about Koh Samui and Kathmandu. Tell her Im in night school at local college. Remedial English and basic computer programming. Learning how to do stuff with computers and how to read. She likes that. Asks if I got a job yet. About to lie some more when phone clicks. Got another call coming in, I say. Gotta go, bye. Just as well. Hate lying to Mom.
Agent on the phone. Asks if my legs are in good shape. Hell yeah, I say. Just spent ten days hiking through the Annapurna region, you bet my legs are in good shape. Whats the scoop?
She say, private test facility in Boston needs a rat for Phase One experiments. Some company developing over-the-counter ointment for foot blisters. Need someone in good physical condition to do treadmill stuff. Two week gig. Think you can handle it?
Dunno, I say. Got a few bruises on thighs from falling down on rocks a lot. How much they pay? A hundred bucks a day, she says, minus her 15 percent commission. Not bad. Not great, but not bad either. Ask if theyre buying the airplane ticket. She say, yeah, tourist class on Continental. I say, gee, I dunno, those bruises really hurt. First class on TWA would make them feel better. Says shell get back to me, ciao, and hangs up.
Turn on TV, channel surf until I find some toons. Dumb coyote just fell off cliff again when agent calls back. She say, business class on TWA, OK? Think about trying to score box-seat ticket for a Red Sox game, but decide not to push my luck. Bruises feel much better, I say. When do they want me?
She say two days, I say OK. Tickets coming by Federal Express tomorrow, she says, but dont tell them about bruises, all right? Got no bruises, I say. Just wanted to get decent seat on the plane.
Calls me a name and hangs up again. Doesnt even say ciao this time. Decide not to send her a mask at all. Let her go to Kathmandu and buy one herself.
Two days later. Get off plane at airport in Beantown. Been here two years ago, when some other lab hired me to drink pink stuff for three days so scientists could look at what I pissed and puked. Like Boston. Nice city. Never figured out why they call it Beantown, though.
Skinny college kid at gate, holding cardboard sign with some word on it and my name below it. Walk up to him, ask if hes looking for me. Gives me funny look. He say, is this your name on the sign? I say, no, Im Elmer Fudd, is he from the test facility?
Gets pissed. Asks for I.D. Show him my Sams Club card. Got my picture on it, but hes still being a turd about it. Asks if I got a drivers license. Drop my duffel bag on his shoes, tell him Im a busy man, so lets get going.
Takes me to garage where his Volvo is parked. No limo service this time. Must be cheap lab. Got limo service last time I did a job in Boston. Kid looks mad, though, so dont make Supreme Court case out of it.
Get stuck in tunnel traffic after leaving airport. Want to grab a nap in back seat, but the kid decides to make small talk. Asks me how it feels to be a rat.
Know what hes getting at. Heard it before. Say hey, dude, they pay me to get stuck with needles fifteen times a day, walk on treadmills, eat this, drink that, crap in a kidney tray and whizz in a bottle. Its a living, yknow?
Smiles. Thinks hes superior. Got a college degree that says so. He say, yknow, they used to do the same thing to dogs, monkeys, and rabbits before it got outlawed. How does it feel to be treated like an animal?
No problem, I say. You gotta dog at home you really like? Maybe a cat? Then bring him over to your lab, make him do the stuff I do, and half as well. Then you tell me.
Then he goes and starts telling me about Nazi concentration camp experiments. Heard that before too, usually from guys who march and wave signs in front of labs. Same guys who got upset about dogs, monkeys and rabbits being used in experiments are now angry that people are being used instead. Sort of makes me wonder why hes working for a company that does human experiments if he thinks theyre wrong. Maybe a college education isnt such a great thing after all, if you have to do something you dont believe in.
Hey, the Nazis didnt ask for volunteers, I say, and they didnt pay them either. Theres a difference. Just got back from spending two weeks in Nepal, hiking the lower Himalayas. Whered you spend your last vacation?
Gets bent out of shape over that. Tells me how much he makes each year, before taxes. Tell him how much I make each year, after taxes. Free medical care and all the vacation time I want, too.
That shuts him up. Make the rest of the trip in peace.
Kid drives me to big old brick building overlooking the Charles River. Looks like it might have once been a factory. Usual bunch of demonstrators hanging out in the parking lot. Raining now, so they look cold and wet. Courts say they have to stay fifty feet away from the entrance. Cant read their signs. Wouldnt mean diddly to me even if I could. Thats my job theyre protesting, so if they catch the flu, they better not come crying to me, because Im probably the guy who tested the medicine theyll have to take.
Stop at front desk to present I.D., get name badge. Leave my bags with security guard. Ride up elevator to sixth floor. Place looks better on the inside. Plaster walls, tile floors, glass doors, everything painted white and gray. Offices have carpets, new furniture, hanging plants, computers on every desk.
First stop is the clinic. Woman doctor tests my reflexes, looks in my ears, checks my eyes, takes a blood sample, gives me a little bottle and points to the bathroom. Give her a full bottle a few minutes later, smile, ask what shes doing two weeks from now. Doesnt smile back. Thanks me for my urine.
Kid takes me down the hall to another office. Chief scientist waiting for me. Skinny guy with glasses, bald head and long bushy beard. Stands up and sticks out his hand, tells me his name. Cant remember it five minutes later. Think of him as Dr. Bighead. Just another guy in a white coat. Doesnt matter what his name is, so long as he writes it at the bottom of my paycheck.
Dr. Bighead offers me coffee. Ask for water instead. Kid goes to get me a glass of water, and Dr. Bighead starts telling me about the experiment.
Dont understand half the shit he says. Its scientific. Goes right over my head. Listen politely and nod my head at the right times, like a good rat.
Comes down to this. Some drug company hired his lab to do Phase One tests for its new product. Its a lotion to relieve foot blisters. No brand-name for it yet. Experiment calls for me to walk a treadmill for eight hours the first day with a one-hour break for lunch, or at least until I collect a nice bunch of blisters on the soles of my feet. Then theyll apply an ointment to my aching doggies, let me rest for twelve hours, but put me on the treadmill again the next day. This will be repeated every other day for the next two weeks.
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