Latin? Why am I seeing Latin, and bad Latin at that? The technicians don’t like it either, not at all. One of them says I’m dying. My brain is shutting down. They’ve given me an overdose, probably, though it may be that there is some sort of interference pattern being generated in my mind, or possibly I’m having a stroke. I want to tell them it’s not a fucking stroke, it’s the jinn in my head, the bloody damned impossible monstrous thing that took Scipio, that ate him.