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David Morrell.

Reds.h.i.+ft.

Resurrection.

David Morrell is modem fiction's iron man: solid, reliable, thoughtful, always professional and-here's the twist- always original. He created the totemic character John Rambo, following that Vietnam vet's adventures with a string of best-sellers that continues to this day.

I had to talk David into doing a story for this book-not because he wasn't intrigued by Reds.h.i.+ft's concept, but because he, like Joyce Carol Oates, had never written what he considered a science fiction story before.

But I persevered with my gentle prodding-and boy, am I glad I did. ”Resurrection” evidences all the cla.s.sic Morrell attributes listed above.

Resurrection

David Morrell

Anthony was nine when his mother had to tell him that his father was seriously ill. The signs had been there-pallor and shortness of breath-but Anthony's childhood had been so perfect, his parents so loving, that he couldn't imagine a problem they couldn't solve. His father's increasing weight loss was too obvious to be ignored, however.

”But... but what's wrong with him?” Anthony stared uneasily up at his mother. He'd never seen her look more tired.

She explained about blood cells. ”It's not leukemia. If only it were. These days, that's almost always curable, but the doctors have never seen anything like this. It's moving so quickly, even a bone marrow transplant won't work. The doctors suspect that it might have something to do with the lab, with radiation he picked up after the accident.”

Anthony nodded. His parents had once explained to him that his father was something called a maintenance engineer. A while ago, there'd been an emergency phone call, and Anthony's father had rushed to the lab in the middle of the night.

”But the doctors...”

”They're trying everything they can think of. That's why Daddy's going to be in the hospital for a while.”

”But can't I see him?”

”Tomorrow.” Anthony's mother sounded more weary. ”Both of us can see him tomorrow.”

When they went to the hospital, Anthony's father was too weak to recognize him. He had tubes in his arms, his mouth, and his nose. His skin was gray. His face was thinner than it had been three days earlier, the last time Anthony had seen him. If Anthony hadn't loved his father so much, he'd have been frightened. As things were, all he wanted was to sit next to his father and hold his hand. But after only a few minutes, the doctors said that it was time to go.

The next day, when Anthony and his mother went to the hospital, his father wasn't in his room. He was having ”a procedure,” the doctors said. They took Anthony's mother aside to talk to her. When she came back, she looked even more solemn than the doctors had. Everything possible had been done, she explained. ”No results.” Her voice sounded tight. ”None. At this rate...” She could barely get the words out. ”In a couple of days...”

”There's nothing the doctors can do?” Anthony asked, afraid.

”Not now. Maybe not ever. But we can hope. We can try to cheat time.”

Anthony hadn't the faintest idea what she meant. He wasn't even sure that he understood after she explained that there was something called ”cryonics,” which froze sick people until cures were discovered. Then they were thawed and given the new treatment. In a primitive way, cryonics had been tried fifty years earlier, in the late years of the twentieth century, Anthony's mother found the strength to continue explaining. It had failed because the freezing method hadn't been fast enough and the equipment often broke down. But over time, the technique had been improved sufficiently that, although the medical establishment didn't endorse it, they didn't reject it, either.

”Then why doesn't everybody do it?” Anthony asked in confusion.

”Because...” His mother took a deep breath. ”Because some of the people who were thawed never woke up.”

Anthony had the sense that his mother was telling him more than she normally would have, that she was treating him like a grown-up, and that he had to justify her faith in him.

”Others, who did wake up, failed to respond to the new treatment,” she reluctantly said.

”Couldn't they be frozen again?” Anthony asked in greater bewilderment.