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Smoke held on to a doctor as he walked slowly down a long, dark hallway. The walls and floor were gray brushed metal, and along the path were doors with tinted windows that hid patients.
Some sort of medical facility.
His legs were heavy. He had to use twice the effort to lift them.
And the stinging in his head. It wouldn't stop.
“You've got to take it easy,” the doctor said. He wore a gray coat and gripped Smoke’s arms tightly. “You just had a major operation. You're gonna have to learn to do everything again.”
Operation?
Smoke hadn't remembered being in surgery. All he remembered was coming to this place, this colony in space next to a ringed planet. He had met Tavigorsky, shaken his hand, and…it all faded after that. There must have been memories between, but everything was a
