“Just speculation.”
“But how does this parasite—I don’t care if it’s smarter than the entire membership of Mensa combined—how does it control a host that’s blown out itsbrains?”
“The corpse still has a jointed skeleton, musculature, intact nerve pathways below the brainpan,” he said. “Maybe the parasite plugs into all that-and can manipulate the host, brain or no brain.”
Her anxiety ebbed just enough to allow for a small amazement. “You sure don’t sound like a guy who was schooled by Jesuits.”
“Oh, but I do. They value nimbleness of thought, imagination, and open-mindedness.”
“And evidently they watch old Star Trek episodes too much. The parasite theory doesn’t qualify as logic in my book.”
For a moment, Neil studied the dripping, silvered forest, which darkled to a black void in the distance. With evident uneasiness, he surveyed the rain-washed county road ahead and behind them.
“Let’s keep moving,” he said. “I think we’re more vulnerable when we’re sitting still like this.”
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