The accommodation was tidy and clean as one would expect of a man with a long military career.
I refocused my attention as Citizen Bennett said, “Where do you want me doc?”
“Just sit in the chair. Strip to the waist.” I turned and placed my doctor’s bag on the small table.
When I turned back I gasped in a robotic imitation of a human who is surprised by what he sees.
Citizen Bennet presented with the usual symptoms of ‘Martia Tic Febris’ or Martian Tic Fever to the layman: His skin displayed the familiar reddened hue with heightened body temperature and limb tremors. He should have called me earlier and I said so.
“Didn´t want to waste your time Doc. Surely you have more important cases than mine?”
I was touched by the sentiment. It was not often patients in the lower social ranks di
