"Blink and you will miss it, gentlemen" Dr Cornelius Banks lifts a shining scalpel from the steel tray as the paitent is strapped to the table. The whole lecture theater holds its breath as the screams and slicing of flesh transition to the scrape of the bonesaw. The white apron over the surgeon's waistcoat is now speckled with bloodspray but he tosses the amputated leg to the side and wipes his hands on a handkerchief. The assistant looks down at his pocket watch. "thirty seconds"