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Light. White light. Werner was lying on his back, on something between a
comfortable and spartan
surface. As he tried to get up, he was suddenly held back by the buzz of the
restraining field that had been placed around the bed. Twisting his head around,
he saw that he was in a RealWare medical facility, which presumably meant he had
fainted; he could remember nothing after the flash of purple light.
"Ah! Mr. Newland! You’re awake." A
RealWare doctor strode towards him, conjuring up a scanner from his robes. He
ran a glowing instrument down the twenty-seven year-old’s body and examined a
few figures as they flashed across the display above the bed. "Hah! Just as I
expected!"
"What?" came Werner’s bemused reply
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with
you, aside from the headaches you seem to be still having, but we’ve dealt with
that" said the doctor. "Were it not for the fit you pulled in that conference
room…"
"I pulled a fit in the conference room?"
"You went into convulsions, followed by
insane ramblings that went on even while you were carried, twitching, to this
medical bay." Seeing that Werner’s expression, he quickly added, "You don’t
remember it, because the problem has something to do with your brain chemistry…" He
paused, and then furrowed his brow. "At least, I think it does. I am absolutely
certain that you don’t know a word of RealWare Medical Protocol 452-B, so you
wouldn’t know that neurological scans are absolutely forbidden thanks to their
experimental nature and 79% chance of resulting in permanent brain damage – and
because your neurochemistry is the only thing that could be causing the problem, I
can only guess as to exactly what’s wrong with you."
"This is all interesting doctor, but I really don’t care. How do I stop it?"
"Not being sure of the diagnosis, I can't prescribe you anything; but,
there are non-conventional options you could pursue. For example, many patients
under stress have reported great success with the Nipponese style of meditation;
ever tried it?"
Werner shook his head mutely. His time
in Nippon had been spent entirely on art galleries, art conferences, and running
an art and design course in his spare time to collect some extra En.
"Well, your workstation has entered into
a subscription to the meditation class segment of the Nippon Advertiser. You may
want to look into it. Oh, and there was one more thing your superior told me to
convey...what was it? Oh yes: you
have three weeks off work to ensure that this never happens again." He switched
off the restraining field with a dismissive wave. "Good day," was all he said
before he left.
Werner stood up and looked at the now empty
ward. How odd, he thought. He knew that RealWare doctors were the best
that money could buy and were thus insufferably arrogant, but this one was much
more arrogant than the usual bunch. Werner slowly walked out of the medical bay,
pondering what it all meant.
One thing the doctor said rang true,
however – Werner had to neutralize the problem, and soon, or he’d lose his job.
RealWare disliked employees that were constantly ill, and even his many
awards would not save him from being sacked should he continue to be in this
condition. He decided to return to his apartment, and call it a night.
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The doctor walked slowly to his
office, attempting to control his nervous excitement. He knew he had to
contact them, but how might he explain the situation? A direct video link would
be out of the question; the leader would understand, of course, but a lackey
would probably do something rash. No, a text
message would be the best way to do it. He switched his Workstation on and
loaded up encryptor programs three, seven, and nineteen. After cracking his
knuckles, he began to type.
To the Representative of the Society of Normal Reality…