out of clothes."
"And leave my palatial penthouse?"
Cassandra glanced around Harvey's sloppy, one bedroom dump on 158th Street. She looked at him skeptically.
"Okay," he admitted, "Versailles it's not."
"A human dwelling it's not."
"Granted, it might need a little work."
"It might need a bulldozer."
"You are spoiled rotten." Cassandra smiled.
"Bet your ass." She sat up and put the pillow behind her head.
"Harv, is it true? Do you really have a cure for AIDS?" "Not a cure exactly," he said, tying his tie and then loosening it.
"More like a treatment."
"I had a good friend die of AIDS," she said slowly.
"He was my ad partner at Dunbar Strauss. God, he was so creative, so alive. I remember visiting him at the hospital until he was in so much pain he wouldn't let anyone see him."
Harvey nodded.
"It's an ugly disease, Cassandra."
"How does your treatment work?"
He stopped.
"You really want to know?"
"Yes."
Harvey sat on the edge of the bed and held her hands.
"AIDS," he began, "or Acquired Immuno-Deficiency Syndrome, does not, in and of itself, kill people. You see, the AIDS virus, known as HIV, attacks the immune system. It causes the immune system to break down to the point where the patient is readily susceptible to illness and infection. Eventually these illnesses or infections become fatal. With me so far?"
"I think so," she said.
"You're saying that the AIDS virus tears down the wall that protects you from disease."
"Exactly. How the HIV destroys the immune system is a bit complicated so I'll try to be as nontechnical as possible."
"I'm listening."
"Okay. The HIV attaches itself onto what are called T cells.
It then crawls inside the cells and destroys them. Still with me?"
Cassandra nodded.
"The part of the cell where the HIV first attaches itself is called the T receptor. In other words, the HIV searches around and is attracted to T receptors. Then it latches onto the receptors and moves in for the kill."
"Got it," Cassandra said.
"What we do at the clinic is inject our patients with a powerful, addictive drug we've created called SRI S and R stand for Sidney Riker, my brother. The negative side effects with SRI are many and unfortunately the patient needs to take larger and larger doses over a long period of time." "What does SRI do?" she asked.
Harvey squeezed her hand.
"Again, it's complicated, so let me try to cut through all the medical jargon. In the human body SRI greatly resembles T receptors, so the AIDS virus is drawn to the phony T receptors." "So," Cassandra said, "the HIV attaches itself onto the SRI T receptors rather than the real T receptors."
"Something like that, yes. It's almost like SRI is wearing a mask and disguising itself as a T receptor. The HIV is drawn to it, latches itself onto it "
"And then the SRI kills the HIV."
Harvey shook his head.
"I wish. One day it might happen that fast, but we're still years away from anything like that."
"So what happens?"
"Well, after the HIV latches itself onto the SRl's T receptors, they struggle. It's almost like a tug of war inside the immune system. At first, the HIV is really pissed off by all this. The SRI is actually activating the virus, stirring it up. We give additional and escalating dosages of SRI until the drug begins to wear down the virus.
For a while the effects of AIDS are put into a holding pattern.
Eventually, after a long, hard struggle, the HIV dies."
"SRI wins the tug of war."
He nodded.
"We believe so, yes. Several long-term patients have actually changed from HIV positive to HIV negative."
"Amazing."
"The problems are obvious. Aside from the dangers and addictive factors in SRI, we can save only the immune system.
If a person is in the latter stages of AIDS if a patient is already seriously ill with some AIDS-induced infection our cure will do little if any good. SRI can stop only HIV. It doesn't cure Kaposi's sarcoma, for example, or any of the other diseases AIDS may eventually give you.
As a result, we have to catch the virus early, before infections and disease settle in. And of course, more research is needed. We've only scratched the surface." Cassandra said, "You're sure to get the funds you need once Sara does her report."
"I hope so."
"What do you mean, hope so? Once everyone sees the evidence they'll support the clinic even my father."
Harvey slipped on his shoes and stood.
"That'll be the day."
"You'll see. He'll back you." "Maybe," Harvey said, more to keep the peace than anything else.
"But he's not the one I'm afraid of."
"Then who?"
"Dangerous