Epidemics -- Fiction; Physicians -- Fiction; Science fiction; Space colonies -- Fiction; Space medicine -- Fiction
The grid operator stared at him numbly. He was deathly pale. He did
not seem able to grasp what Calhoun had said.
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"I've got to do some work on the para condition," Calhoun told him. "I
need to be undisturbed in the ship, and I need a patient further along
toward being a para than I am. It'll save time. If you'll help, we may
be able to beat the thing. If not, I've still got to disable the
grid."
The grid operator said in a savage, unhuman voice:
"I'm a para. I'm trying to spray everything I've touched. Then I'm
going to go off somewhere and kill myself--"
Calhoun drew his blaster. He adjusted it again to non-lethal
intensity.
"Good man!" he said approvingly. "I'll have a similar job to do if I'm
not a better medical man than Lett! Will you help me?"
Murgatroyd sneezed again. He said plaintively:
"_Chee!_"
The grid's operator looked down at him, obviously in a state of shock.
No ordinary sight or sound could have gotten through to his
consciousness. But Murgatroyd was a small, furry animal with long
whiskers and a hirsute tail and a habit of imitating the actions of
humans. He sneezed yet again and looked up. There was a handkerchief
in Calhoun's pocket. Murgatroyd dragged it out and held it to his
face. He sneezed once more and said, "_Chee!_" and returned the
handkerchief to its place. He regarded the grid operator
disapprovingly. The operator was shocked out of his despair. He said
shakenly:
"What the devil--" Then he stared at Calhoun. "Help you? How can I
help anybody? I'm a para!"
"Which," said Calhoun, "is just what I need. I'm Med Service, man!
I've got a job to do with what they call an epidemic! I need a para
who's willing to be cured! That's you! Let's get this grid fixed so it
can't work and--"
There was a succession of loud clicks from a speaker unit on the wall.
It was an emergency-wave, unlocking the speaker from its Off position.
Then a voice:
"_All citizens attention! The Planetary President is about to give you
good news about the end of the para epidemic!_"
A pause. Then a grave and trembling voice came out of the speakers:
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