Behind him Doc Philips looked up from his desk, eyebrows raised and mouth agape.
The weeks passed as before except that when I now passed the Bosun he would nod begrudgingly and acknowledge me with a curt, “Doc.”
There was also a lessening of the reluctance of the men to enter the sick bay when I was on duty alone, which was nearly all the night hours. During this time I would often read and re-read my Illegal copy of ‘NASA’s Definitive Guide to the ‘Breakout Ship.’ Printed in 2110 A.D.
The word ‘NASA’ still sent a shudder down my imaginary spine because even the mention of the word was enough to get anyone on Earth denounced as a ‘Revisionist’ and sent into exile. The book was totally in conflict with the Navy’s version of events digressing from the accepted tale of success by Captain
