Am I Still There?

Lee slid off the examining table and began buttoning his shirt. He had had a medical examination every six months of his adult life, and it always seemed strange to him that, despite the banks of machines the doctor had which could practically map a man from a single cell outward, each examination always entailed the cold end of a stethoscope against his chest.He tucked his shirt into his pants and turned to the examining doctor who was writing on a chart.”Well?” Lee asked him.”Sound as a dollar,” replied the doctor. “Of course Dr. Flotman or Dr. Roberts might turn up something on their electronic monsters, but I see no reason why we can’t go ahead on schedule.”