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“Blip, blip, blip,” went the steady slow beeping of the patient monitoring system. Purple, green, and blue lines danced across the screen quite unnecessarily. After all, Brother Anderson had a direct network interface and there was no one else around to watch the screen. A comatose twenty-six year old male lay in the bed, as he had for ninety-eight days. That day when Brother Anderson had first brought him to the medical bay, the beds had filled up quickly, and then too the waiting room; injured and sick crew-members overflowing out into the adjacent corridor. But that was a long time ago and much was different now.