Rachel
Rachel
Working in the medical station, I felt like a water skier handed a snowboard and shoved down the side of a mountain. Sure, in theory, skiing was skiing. Balance. Weight shifts. Dancing with gravity as you raced over the surface. But this lab was different than anything I’d ever seen before.
A medical officer named Krael jumped to assist me the moment I’d walked in. The doctor ignored me, which was fine. But I didn’t like their instruments. I didn’t trust what I couldn’t see or measure myself. There was too much room for error in their gadgets. Who did the programming? How did I know whoever had calibrated the things even knew what they were doing? And were they designed to be used on a human being? Or were they full of alien physiology only?
I frowned at the screen before
