Tired of waiting for more attention, the cat stretched, walked across the still form and up onto the table. It sniffed the shiny cylinders the man had used, and then stepped onto the machine into which the man had been speaking. Its curiosity satisfied, the feline jumped to the ground, but in doing so, a paw depressed a lever causing the devise to click, whir, and click again. The instrument began talking. “I suppose it was bound to happen: insidiously, silently, and with perfunctory decisiveness. “For the record, my name is Malachi, Doctor Antonio Malachi, not that it will mean…