The barrel chested Greek could have hawked cooking utensils on late night TV with equal aplomb.
“We sleep one third of our lives. Thirty years. We don’t have any say in the matter. But what if we did? What if we could take a simple pill that could replace a full night’s sleep? Think of it.”
The audience did think of it, Bill included. An impressive feat, if possible.
“You would feel just as refreshed, just as fit, just as rested, as if you’d spent eight hours in bed. But instead of eight hours, this pill would do the same amount of work in just twenty minutes. Senator, I’m sure a pill like this would do wonders for your filibusters.”
The room laughed, and Senator Donner acknowledged with a nod and a grin.
“Such a pill is the culmination of twenty years of research into sleep. My daughter, Dr. Theena Boone, and myself have dedicated a good portion of our lives to the study of sleep, and its effects on the body. What does sleep actually do? What is its purpose? What chemical changes occur in the body during sleep? And most of all-can it be synthesized? At this point I’d like to introduce Mr. Emmanuel Tibbets.”
Dr. Nikos rallied some applause. Bill sat up, craning his neck to see over the table in front of him. This was new.
A large man got up from the head table and walked to the empty podium. Like Dr. Nikos, he was in a tuxedo. But his fit better, every cut and pleat hinting at the chiseled physique underneath. He had dirty blonde hair, cut in a military style, and his features were hard and angular, like a child’s action figure.
“Thank you, Dr. Nikos. I would like everyone in the audience to think about the last time you’ve been up all night. We’ve all experienced the symptoms; being lethargic, grumpy, unable to concentrate or focus. We look, and feel, terrible, and that’s from missing only one night’s sleep. How many of you have been awake for more than twenty-four hours?”
There was a show of hands, over half of the audience.
“How about forty-eight hours?”
Most of the hands dropped.
“And seventy-two hours?”
Only a few remained raised.
“After seventy-two hours, your judgment becomes extremely impaired. You drive with the same skill as someone with a blood alcohol level of zero point two. You’d be constantly falling asleep, taking micro-naps for minutes at a time, without being aware of it-even if staying awake was a matter of life and death.”
Bill could relate. He’d had his share of sleepless nights. Especially in the last year.
“After seventy-two hours without sleep, you begin to hallucinate. You become paranoid, delusional, unable to function. Isn’t it true, Dr. Nikos, that an EEG done on a person without three days of sleep is identical to someone suffering from acute schizophrenia?”
“True, Manny.”
“How was my last EEG?”
“Perfectly normal.”
“I ask the audience, do I seem to be experiencing any symptoms of sleep deprivation? Would you believe me if I told you I’ve been without sleep for seventy-two hours? How about ninety-six hours? A hundred and twenty? Dr. Nikos, do you have the time?”
The doctor made a show of rolling up his sleeve and looking at his watch.
“It just turned nine o’clock.”
“Nine o’clock. Which means I’ve been awake now for nine hundred and eleven straight hours.”
The audience was stunned to silence. After a moment, a single person began to applaud. It snowballed into a roaring ovation. Bill joined in.
Dr. Nikos joined Manny on the stage, eyes twinkling. He patted the larger man on the shoulder, then held out his palm to quell the clapping.
“Manny is part of the final phase of our project, the clinical test subject. Our drug, Nonsomnambulox-N-Som for short, has already passed the Chemistry and Pharmacological reviews of the Food and Drug Administration. Manny has taken one pill every day for the last thirty-eight days, which was the last time he’s had a conventional night of sleep.”
The applause began to build again. Dr. Nikos talked above it.
“The R amp; D is nearing an end, and pending Medical approval, we’re ready to go into production. Needless to say, what this drug could do for the economy, for the efficiency of the human race, for the quality of life of every person on this planet-it staggers the imagination. We can take some questions.”
Hands went up throughout the room, lawyers and politicians and businessmen; a who’s who of status and influence in the Midwest.
“Is the pill expensive?”
“We plan on introducing N-Som to the market at fifteen dollars a dose. Are eight hours of your life worth fifteen dollars?”
“What about side effects?”
“I’ll let Manny field that one.”
Manny grinned, showing perfect teeth.
“Since taking N-Som, I’ve lost fifteen pounds in fat and gained eight pounds in muscle mass. My immune system and healing abilities have increased dramatically. I also don’t get tired. In fact, three days ago I was on a treadmill for eighteen hours.”
The audience murmured its disbelief. Dr. Nikos beamed.
“We were even more amazed by this than you folks are, but we’ve found a reasonable scientific explanation. N-Som stimulates the pituitary gland, increasing production of human growth hormone. Manny may be the most fit human being on the face of the earth.”
A woman at a far table spoke.
“What about dreams? I, for one, wouldn’t give up my dreams for anything.”
Someone else chimed in. “I love my dreams, too.”
There were many nods of agreement, Bill one of them. On most days his dream life was better than his real one.
“The dreams.” Manny’s eyes got a faraway look, and his smile was beatific. “They’re the most vivid dreams you’ll ever have. Even though they only last a few minutes, they seem to go on for hours. And you remember them, every detail, from beginning to end.”
“And when does the stock go public?”
General laughter. Dr. Nikos joined in.
“That depends on the FDA. And actually, the CDER agent responsible for N-Som’s approval is sitting among us. Bill, please come up here.”
Bill shook off the momentary surprise and was beckoned up to the podium. This was unexpected. Though getting in front of groups was part of his job, he liked to be prepared first.
He walked to the stage and Dr. Nikos shook his hand warmly. Manny offered his hand next; his grip was like slamming your fingers in a car door. Bill disengaged himself and Dr. Nikos put an arm around his shoulders.
“May I introduce Dr. William May, from the Center for Drug Evaluation and Research. We shall continue to extend our fullest cooperation to the Food and Drug Administration, and I’m sure once our data is examined, N-Som will be judged even safer than aspirin.”
More applause. Bill felt a tad queasy; he wasn’t sure if his stomach was balking at the creme brulee, or if he was afraid he’d be asked to say a few words. Thankfully, Dr. Nikos wrapped up his speech and escorted Bill back to the head table amid a standing ovation.
“Dr. May, let me introduce my daughter, Dr. Theena Boone.”
Dr. Boone was around Bill’s age, in her mid-thirties, dark and shapely. She had a smaller version of her father’s Greek nose and enough hair on her head for several women. The soft black curls rested on her bare shoulders, and the neckline of her dress made eye-contact an effort.
“A pleasure, Dr. May.”
Bill took her hand and responded in kind.
“Please sit, Dr. May.” Dr. Nikos pulled out a chair for Bill. “I have to be social for a little bit.”
Dr. Nikos and Manny blended into the gathering crowd. Bill sat and faced the woman. He’d neatly slid from one
