"try to hypnotize Chris here," Bear says, "and then we'll teach him the Greek alphabet. Right, Sam?" "If Chris is a good subject, and I believe he very well might be, it should work," Hutto says in a surprisingly deep voice. "But don't fuck around with him," the Bear warns. "Any funny stuff and I'll break your goddamn neck." Hutto's look of fright is a visual contract that he won't try any funny stuff. "You wanna' try it, Chris?" I ask. He nods uncertainly. "OK, Sam. Let's give it a whirl." Hutto directs a study lamp and pulls a chair up close to the Martian's, leaning forward against its back. At his nod, Dense turns out the overhead light. He removes a shiny fountain pen and holds it vertically in front of the Martian. The steady pen sparkles in the lamplight. "Now Chris," he says softly, "I want you to relax"