Death-Dealing Syringes

Charlie Brooks walked into the execution chamber, stretched out on the hospital gurney, and a catheter needle was inserted into a vein in each of his arms. Into the left (on which Brooks had a tattoo reading I WAS BORN TO DIE) would come the drugs; the right catheter was a standby. Extending from each needle was a length of clear plastic tubing that ran through a plywood slat to the executioner's room next door, and there into a standard hospital bag of saline solution.

For about half an hour, only the solution, consisting of...

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