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Which type оf drоwning is chаrаcterized by lаryngоspasm and little aspiration of water?

Kirschenbаum hit the cоntrоl аnd frоze the screen on а head shot of Meteor Man accepting the Medal of Freedom from President Levin. Meteor Man looked from the image to the mirror across the room. The face was the same. He was Meteor Man. It was the only possible answer . . . and he was their only possible hope. He slowly turned back to Kirschenbaum and said softly, “What do I have to do?” Kirschenbaum put his arm around the costumed hero’s shoulder and said, “Your memory should return in a short time. We can go over videotapes of your past exploits later to try to jog it back into place. For now, we must avert our immediate crisis.” “The bomb in the plant,” he stated. “Yes. All you have to do is bring this transmitter into the plant itself. That’s all. A helicopter is waiting to escort you to the plant. You will be lowered down to the ground by a towline so as not to risk damaging the transmitter. All you have to do is disengage yourself from the line, walk into the plant, through the contaminated puddles, and set it down here.” Kirschenbaum pointed to a room on a blueprint that had conveniently appeared on the teleprompter. “You see,” he added, “it’s not more that a hundred paces from your drop-off point.” “And that’s it?” asked Meteor Man. “That’s it,” said Dr. Kirschenbaum. “Then all you have to do is walk on out, come back here, and we can work on filling in the gaps in your memory.” “Once again, the Earth will be saved, by mankind’s only hope,” said the annoying Parker. “Right,” said the Meteor Man. “This is the transmitter. It is always on, so you don’t have to do anything to it,” instructed Kirschenbaum putting the device into his patient’s hands and escorting him to the door, saying, “Your helicopter awaits.” As they were leaving the room, Meteor Man noticed a black beret on a chair by the door. He paused for a moment, picked it up, and was about to put it on and see how it looked in the mirror, when Kirschenbaum gently snatched it out of his hands. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. Some of the members of the team that subdued the terroristsmay be around, and they might consider it a bit callous considering their lost buddies, who were not, how shall we say, invulnerable.” “I understand,” said Meteor Man, who left the room and continued down the corridor to the awaiting helicopter. . . . . . . . . . . . . Kirschenbaum looked at the beret in his hand. “That was a close call,” said the psychopharmacologist (doctor who studies the effects of drugs on the mind and behavior) Parker. “Seeing himself in the beret might have brought back a few too many conflicting memories. After all, no matter how many doses of pharmacologicals ( drugs) we inject, it’s still impossible to effect a complete past erasure, and restructuring.” “Yes,” said psychologist Kirschenbaum. “At least his task is simple enough. He probably won’t even notice any adverse effects until he makes it back here. By then the crisis will have been averted, and he’ll be in isolation.” “Where we will let him die in peace,” muttered Kirschenbaum. “Yes, far from the questioning eyes of John Q. Public (the common man).” continued Parker. “I really have to hand it to you setting up this program. If anyone had told me that we would be able to make your average, everyday soldier believe he was invulnerable, I would never have believed it. The faked computer-enhanced newscast, the Kevlar body suit, breakaway saw blade. One question: how did he manage to catch the bullets?” “The bullets were electronically programmed to stop on impact, and activate a miniaturized electromagnet that was tuned to the frequency of a metallic salve that I coated his left palm with.” “Ingenious,” exclaimed Parker. “Where did you ever get your idea for PROJECT SUPERHERO?” “Where else?” said Kirschenbaum, “The comic books.” “Well, it certainly works,” said Parker, patting the older doctor on the back. “In less than two hours we can turn an ordinary soldier with human flaws and instincts for self-preservation into a confident and care-free hero with no other concerns except the completion of his mission. One man dies so that many can be saved. No matter how you look at it, that’s more than acceptable casualty rate. Lt. O’Connor, aka (also known as) Meteor Man I, will get a hero’s funeral, and the day will be saved.” “A hero’s funeral,” mused the increasingly more depressed Dr. Kirschenbaum. “I remember reading about the Soviet firemen who rushed into Chernobyl to contain the fire to keep the plant from exploding, knowing that in doing so they were signing their own death warrants. I also remember stories of soldiers earning medals that were awarded posthumously (after death) by jumping on top of hand grenades . . .” “That’s where you got your idea for Meteor Man smothering the atomic bomb that would have leveled Las Vegas,” Parker added gleefully. “I guess,” responded Kirschenbaum, “but you’ve missed the point. In the past there was a time for heroes, when extraordinary men responded because of the appearance of a few good men, we always managed to survive. It was a time of heroes, and one always showed up on time.” “Now all we have to do is invent our own,” added Parker, “and we never have to worry about one showing up too late. We turned Lt. O’Connor into Meteor Man in under two hours, and averted the crisis with three hours to spare. What more could we want?” “What more could Lt. O’Connor want?” Kirschenbaum responded sardonically. “Maybe just a real chance to be a hero, no deceptions, no false bravado. Maybe all he wanted was the chance to give up his life for the common good. Maybe it was his time to be a hero.” “I’d rather not take the risk,” said Parker. “I suppose you wouldn’t,” replied Kirschenbaum, turning off the monitor till the next crisis, until the time arrived when Meteor Man II would make his entrance.

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