White, James – Sector General 07 – Code Blue Emergency

She heard them talking with a third person in the corridor, but the words were

too muffled for translation. Then the door opened and another Earth-human

entered. It was wearing the dark-green uniform of the Monitor Corps and looked

familiar.

Cheerfully it said, “I’ve been waiting outside in case they couldn’t talk you

into leaving, and O’Mara was pretty sure they wouldn’t. I’m Timmins, in case you

don’t remember me. We have to have a long talk.

“And before you ask,” it went on, “the doghouse, so far as you’re concerned, is

the Maintenance Department.”

Chapter 9

It was obvious from the beginning that Lieutenant Timmins did not consider its

job to be either servile or menial, and it was not long before the Lieutenant

had her beginning to feel the same way. It wasn’t just the Earth-human’s quiet

enthusiasm for its job, there was also the portable viewer and set of study

tapes it had left at her bedside that convinced her that this was work

forIwarriors—although not, of course, for warrior-surgeons. The wide-ranging and

complex problems of providing technical and environmental support for the

sixty-odd— some of them very odd indeed—life-forms comprising the hospital’s

patients and staff made her earlier medical and physiological studies seem easy

by comparison.

Her last formal contact with the training program was when Cresk-Sar arrived,

carried out a brief but thorough examination, and, subject to the findings of

the eye specialist, Doctor Yeppha, who would be visiting her shortly, pronounced

her physically fit to begin the new duties. She asked if there would be any

objection to her continuing to view the medical teaching channels in her free

time, and the Senior Physician told her that she could watch whatever she

pleased in her spare time, but it was unlikely that she would ever be able to

put any of the medical knowledge gained into practice.

It ended by saying that while it was relieved that she was no longer the

Training Department’s responsibility, it was sorry to lose her and that it

joined her erstwhile colleagues in wishing her success and personal satisfaction

in the new work she had chosen.

Doctor Yeppha was a new life-form to her experience, a small, tripedal, fragile

being that she classified as DRVJ. From the furry dome of its head there

sprouted, singly and in small clusters, at least twenty eyes. She wondered

whether the overabundance of visual sensors had any bearing on its choice of

specialty, but thought it better not to ask.

“Good morning, Cha Thrat,” it said, taking a tape from the pouch at its waist

and pushing it into the viewer. “This is a visual acuity test designed primarily

to check for color blindness. We don’t care if you have muscles like a Hudlar or

a Cinrusskin, there are ma-cniiies lu uu me icaiiy ncavy worn., oui you nave 10

oe able to see. Not only that, you must be able to clearly identify colors and

the subtle shades and dilution of color brought about by changes in the

intensity of the ambient lighting. What do you see there?”

“A circle made up of red spots,” Cha Thrat replied, “enclosing a star of green

and blue spots.”

“Good,” Yeppha said. “I am making this sound much simpler than it really is, but

you will learn the complexities in time. The service bays and interconnecting

tunnels are filled with cable looms and plumbing all of which is color coded.

This enables the maintenance people to tell at a glance which are power cables

and which the , less dangerous communication lines, or which pipes carry oxygen,

chlorine, methane, or organic effluvia. The danger of contamination of wards by

other-species atmospheres is always present, and such an environmental

catastrophe should not be allowed to occur because some partially sighted

nincompoop has connected up the wrong set of pipes. What do you see now?”

And so it went on, with Yeppha putting designs in subtly graduated colors on the

screen and Cha Thrat telling it what she saw or did not see. Finally the DRVJ

turned off the viewer and replaced the tape in its pouch.

“You don’t have as many eyes as I do,” it said, “but they all work. There is no

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