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White, James – Sector General 07 – Code Blue Emergency

added the recordings to your psych file and might play them back to you on

request. Or again, he might not.

“Alternatively,” it went on when they were moving again, “you may wish me to

give you a brief summary of these discussions, inaccurate in that the excess

verbiage and the more impolite and colorful phraseology will be deleted.”

“That,” Cha Thrat said, “is what I wish.” “Very well,” it replied. “Let me begin

by saying that the Monitor Corps personnel and all of the senior medical staff

members involved are responsible for this situation. During the initial

interview with O’Mara you mentioned that the lengthy delay in your decision to

treat Chiang was that you did not want to lose a limb. O’Mara assumed, wrongly,

that you were referring only to Chiang’s limb, and he thinks that in an

other-species interview he should have been more alert to the exactmeaning of

the words spoken, and that he is primarily responsible for your self-amputation.

“Conway feels responsible,” it went on, “because he ordered you to perform the

Hudlar limb removal without knowing anything about your very strict code of

professional ethics. Cresk-Sar thinks it should have questioned you more closely

on the same subject. Both of them believe that you would make a fine

other-species surgeon if you could be deconditioned and reeducated. And

Hred-lichli blames itself for ignoring the special friendship that developed

between you and AUGL-One Sixteen. And, of course, the Monitor Corps, which is

originally responsible for the problem, suggested a solution that would give the

minimum displeasure to everyone.”

“By transferring me to Maintenance,” she finished for it.

“That was never a serious suggestion,” the Earth-human said, “because we

couldn’t believe that you would accept it. No, we wanted to send you home.”

A small part of her mind was moving her body forward and around the heavier or

more senior staff members, while the rest of it felt angry and bitterly

disappointed in the life-form beside her that she had begun to think of as a

friend.

“Naturally,” Timmins went on, “we tried to take your feelings into account. You

were interested in meeting and working with off-planet life-forms, so we would

give you a cultural liaison position, as an advisor on Sommar-advan affairs, on

our base there. Or on Descartes, our largest specialized other-species contact

vessel, which will be orbiting your world until another new intelligent species

is discovered somewhere. Your position would be one of considerable

responsibility, and could not be influenced in any way by the people who dislike

you on Sommaradva.

“Naturally, nothing could be guaranteed at this stage,” it continued. “But

subject to your satisfactory performance with us you would be allowed to choose

between a permanent position with the Corps’ Sommar-adva establishment as an

interspecies cultural advisor or as a member of the contact team on Descartes.

We tried to do what we thought was best for you, friend, and everyone else.”

“You did,” Cha Thrat said, feeling her anger and disappointment melting away.

“Thank you.”

“We thought it was a reasonable compromise,” Tim-mins said. “But O’Mara said no.

He insisted that you be given a maintenance job here in the hospital and have

the Corps induction procedures attended to as quickly as possible.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know why,” it replied. “Who knows how a Chief Psychologist’s mind

works?”

“Why,” she repeated, “must I join your Monitor Corps?”

“Oh, that,” Timmins said. “Purely for administrative convenience. The supply and

maintenance of Sector General is our responsibility, and anyone who is not a

patient or on the medical staff is automatically a member of the Monitor Corps.

The personnel computer has to know your name, rank, and number so as to be able

to pay your salary and so we can tell you what to do.

“Theoretically,” it added.

“I have never disobeyed the lawful order of a superior. ..” Cha Thrat began,

when it held up its hand again.

“A Corps joke, don’t worry about it,” Timmins said. “The point I’m trying to

make is that our Chief Psychologist bears the administrative rank of major, but

it is difficult to define the limits of his authority in this place., because he

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