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DR. VICTOR IMAGES,

Assistant Medical Officer’s Log…

 

The doctor sat at a desk in medical strongly gripping his teacup. He had seen death before, up close and personal, even seeing his own parents die in front of him when he was a child. But he still could not easily handle what had just happened. A whole group on the bridge had been wiped out by a blast. Images had looked over the names on the death certificates and signed each one.

 

It seemed such a waste; they had died without a purpose. And just like his parents he had been helpless in stopping it. The most frustrating thing for a doctor is the inability to save a life, not even getting a chance to try is even worse. To add insult to injury he had recently met one of the crewmen who had been on duty, Ensign Mendez. They could have become good friends but instead fate had stepped in, like it often does, and decided to blow him to pieces. Images sighed and went back to work.

 

Graphics of both the Captain’s and the Commander’s brainwaves flashed on the screen in front of him. The answer was there, somewhere in these pictures. Now what did they know about their condition? They knew that particles were affecting their brainwaves in different ways and therefore had the ability to thrive in different anatomies. They knew that drugs though at first effective against the particles were soon adapted to and their chemical components used against the patient.  They knew that…that…Oh hell!

 

It was infuriating how he was expected to get back to work like this as if he was forgetting the fact that comrades of his had died a horrible death. He felt like punching a hole through the screen in front of him, and though he easily could, he didn’t. He just picked up his steaming tea and sipped in silence.