60 Second Interview With No.40

    It was with some trepidation that I went to the hospital with possibly my life in my hands in order to obtain an interview with the doctor Number Forty, a man with the reputation of getting what he wants, without feeling towards the patient!

    No.113 'Firstly doctor, may I ask if you are Scottish?'
    No.40 'I am indeed. Born and bred, on the wild and lonley Isle of Barra. Why do you ask that?'
    'Just a little background for our readers. They like to know these things.'
   'Are you here for treatment?'
   'Me? Oh good lord no. There's nothing wrong with me, I'm absolutely fit.'
    'What about him?'
    'Who?'
    'Your colleague.'
   'Oh he's my photographic colleage Number one hundred and thirteen b.'
No.13b 'Smile.' {click goes the camera}
'I see.'
'How are you on ethics doctor?'
'What about them?'
'I've heard you haven't any!'
'Who told you that?'
'And what about the hypocratic oath.'
'Doesn't apply here.'
'Some times you go a bit far.'
'I'm dedicated to my work. Sometimes I get a bit too enthusiastic perhaps.'
'You enjoy your work?'
'Of course.'
'You went too far with Dutton.'
'He was reluctant to talk further.'
'He told you everything he knew. He didn't have anything more to say.'
'I had to be sure.'
'You didn't believe him.'
'I get results. Dutton was dispensable!'
'A piece of meat upon which to experiment?'
'If you put it that way.'
'Where did you learn your trade doctor, in a a Nazi Concentration Camp?'
'I don't think I like your tone!'
'Well thank you for your time doctor. I think we should be going now........'

    My colleague and I left the hospital in some haste, and under no mishaprehensions. Human experimentation is abroad at the hospital. No.40 gives or has no feeling towards his patients. Now here I sit at my desk, this interview ready for publication, wondering how I will sleep tonight. That's when they come for you you see, at night, when you are asleep............................

Reporter No.113
Photographer No.113b