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Maxwell lay in his bed, watching a documentary about gene splicing, that sorely tested his patience with its facile descriptions of how the technology supposedly worked.

He would scream if he heard one more mention of "miracle cure" or "magic bullet". It was infuriating.

At that moment, a furry creature he recognised as a southern hemisphere macropod (kangaroo) bounded into the room, pursued by a posse of nurses and security guards, skidding under the bed and tossing a package on the bed beside him as it disappeared from view.

It then gathered itself up on the far side of his bed, adjusted its hat, checked its pouch was empty, fixed Maxwell with a firm glance and bounded out of the window.

Maxwell reached tentatively for the package, which bore a number of large URGENT labels, and a sender's address from the opposite side of the globe.

"An Express Courier Wallaby", he thought, grinning to himself.