Fallen Tricorder

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“Fallen Tricorder”

 

Miranda sat on the floor in the small containment room, she wrapped her arms around her legs to try and curl into a fetal position. Looking down at her hands she noticed the bumps spreading. She rolled up her sleeve and realized the marks were slowly moving up her arm. “Great, just what I needed.” She opened the tricorder that was sitting next to her and scanned herself. She said a silent thank you to whatever deity was listening that it had only reached her elbow and was moving slowly. Looking at the scan she noticed the residual crystal traces they had seen in the Faraway crew were dispersed through her hands. It was slowly morphing her DNA into… well she was not quite sure yet. Miranda started to rack her brains for anything that might giver her a clue as to what was happening. Suddenly her hands felt as if they were on fire. Then just a quickly it stopped and she dropped her tricorder. She reached down to pick it up but realized she could no longer feel or control her hands. Miranda began to shake, she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself. After a few seconds she opened her eyes and gazed down at her hands which were now completely covered in boils. She bit her lower lip and began to reexamine the reading on the fallen tricorder. “Those guys better get a piece of that thing because there is no way I am going down like this.” She thought.

 

Dr Miranda Porter

Assistant Medical Officer