White, James – Sector General 07 – Code Blue Emergency

it was my first opportunity to have a really close look at the DCNF

physiological classification as a whole, as opposed to one of the limbs. Thank

you, it was interesting and most instructive.

“But now that you are completely recovered,” it went on, with a quick glance

toward O’Mara, “and will require only a course of exercises before you would be

fit for duty, what are we going to do with you?”

She suspected that it was a rhetorical question, but she badly wanted to reply

to it. Anxiously she said, “There have been mistakes, misunderstandings. They

will not occur again. I would like to remain in the hospital and continue my

training.”

“No!” Conway said sharply. In a quieter voice it went on. “You are a fine

surgeon, Cha Thrat—potentially a great one. Losing you would be a shameful waste

of talent. But keeping you on the medical staff, with your peculiar ideas of

what constitutes ethical behavior, is out of the question. There isn’t a ward in

the hospital that would accept you for practical training now. Segroth took you

only because O’Mara and I requested it.

“I like to make my surgery lectures as interesting andexciting as possible for

the trainees,” Conway added, “but there are limits, dammit!”

Before either of them could say the words that would send her from the hospital,

Cha Thrat said quickly, “What if something could be done that would guarantee my

future good behavior? One of my early lectures was on the Educator tape system

of teaching alien physiology and medicine that, in effect, gives the recipient

an other-species viewpoint. If I could be given such a tape, one with a more

acceptable, to you, code of professional behavior, then I would be sure to stay

out of trouble.”

She waited anxiously, but the two Earth-humans were looking at each other in

silence, ignoring her.

Without the Educator or physiology tape system, she had learned, a multispecies

hospital like Sector General could not have existed. No single brain, regardless

of species, could hold the enormous quantity of physiological knowledge required

to successfully treat the variety of patients the hospital received. But

complete physiological data on any patient’s species was available by means of

an Educator tape, which was simply the brain record of some great medical mind

belonging to the same or a similar species as the patient to be treated.

A being taking such a tape had to share its mind with a completely alien

personality. Subjectively, that was exactly how it felt; all of the memories and

experiences and personality traits of the being who had donated the tape were

impressed on the receiving mind, not just selected pieces of medical data. An

Educator tape could not be edited and the degree of confusion, emotional

disorienta-tion, and personality dislocation caused to a recipient could not be

adequately described even by the Senior Physicians and Diagnosticians who

experienced it.

The Diagnosticians were the hospital’s highest medical rulers, beings whose

minds were both adaptable andC.B.E.—-6stable enough to retain permanently up

to ten physiology tapes at one time. To their data-crammed minds was given the

job of original research into xenological medicine and the treatment of new

diseases in newly discovered life-forms.

But Cha Thrat was not interested in subjecting herself voluntarily, as had the

Diagnosticians, to a multiplicity of alien ideas and influences. She had heard

it said among the staff that any person sane enough to’be a Diagnostician had to

be mad, and she could well believe it. Her idea represented a much less drastic

solution to the problem.

“If I had an Earth-human, a Kelgian, even a Nidian personality sharing my mind,”

she persisted, “I would understand why the things I sometimes do are considered

wrong, and would be able to avoid doing them. The other-species material would

be used for interpersonal behavioral guidance only. As a trainee I would not try

to use its medical or surgical knowledge on my patients without permission.”

The Diagnostician was suddenly overcome by an attack of coughing. When it

recovered it said, “Thank you, Cha Thrat. I’m sure the patients would thank you,

too. But it’s impossible to… O’Mara, this is your field. You answer it.”

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