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Finch has redesigned hospital ventilators twice, putting free specs online as well and has begun producing them in the three manufacturing complexes he owns. He's channeled millions to research and aid as he watches the Machine's data pour in the terrifying news; he's been working for days.
When John picks him up from his chair, Finch can't unbend his fingers, legs and spine and can barely find the will to ask, "If I stop now, what then?"