Needs
Fri, 08/26/2005 - 05:00 — Daiseechain
If sum=Pi... If sum=Pi...
He put down the adjustor, sighing. This was getting him nowhere. Repetition did not equal progress. There appeared to be no logic to this sequence, yet there had to be for this computer had been functioning correctly during their first weeks aboard Liberator. He was obviously missing something, which was odd in itself, as he was not usually given to errors in calculation.
He had a strange... feeling, for which he had no comparable data. The room began to spin. Here then, was the root cause of the problem. He had become infected with some virus, causing the brain tissue to swell, disrupting his though processes. As he made his way to the med bay to ask Cally for help, his stomach began to register severe pain.
Cally assisted him to the bed and began taking readings. A few minutes into the procedure, she stopped frowning.
"Avon?"
"What?"
"When did you last eat?"
He considered the question. He could not remember the exact time of his last meal. He told her so. She sighed and put down her scanner in a manner consistent with the last time he had understood her to be irritated.
"Avon, you must eat regularly. We must all take responsibility for our own health."
"What of the virus?"
"Avon you have no virus. You are experiencing hunger pain."
Hunger had not occurred to him. Prior to their arrival on Liberator all meals had been provided by others, even on the prison transport. This was the cause of his mental confusion? Lack of food? Perhaps Vila, undernourished as Deltas usually were, was not as stupid as he had previously found the man to be.
His musings on how intelligent Vila might prove to be once given sufficient fuel, were interrupted as Cally handed him an instant meal replacement sachet. "Mix this with water. It will replace the essential sugars, salts, and vitamins you have lost during your fast, but it is not a replacement for real food. Set your timer for regular four hour intervals, and make sure you eat at those times."
As he was setting his timer according to her instructions, she put her hand gently on his arm.
"Avon, you are not a computer. You will need to take sufficient care of your body if you are to contribute to our survival."
He went back to setting his timer, surreptitiously watching her as she left the room. Her touch had unsettled him. The nerves on his skin beneath the area she had grasped his tunic, still tingled with static electricity. Perhaps food was not the only aspect of his health he had been neglecting.
He picked up the sachet and headed back to his work.
finis.
Even Avon needs a break sometimes.
Rating |
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Spoilers |
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If sum=Pi... If sum=Pi...
He put down the adjustor, sighing. This was getting him nowhere. Repetition did not equal progress. There appeared to be no logic to this sequence, yet there had to be for this computer had been functioning correctly during their first weeks aboard Liberator. He was obviously missing something, which was odd in itself, as he was not usually given to errors in calculation.
He had a strange... feeling, for which he had no comparable data. The room began to spin. Here then, was the root cause of the problem. He had become infected with some virus, causing the brain tissue to swell, disrupting his though processes. As he made his way to the med bay to ask Cally for help, his stomach began to register severe pain.
Cally assisted him to the bed and began taking readings. A few minutes into the procedure, she stopped frowning.
"Avon?"
"What?"
"When did you last eat?"
He considered the question. He could not remember the exact time of his last meal. He told her so. She sighed and put down her scanner in a manner consistent with the last time he had understood her to be irritated.
"Avon, you must eat regularly. We must all take responsibility for our own health."
"What of the virus?"
"Avon you have no virus. You are experiencing hunger pain."
Hunger had not occurred to him. Prior to their arrival on Liberator all meals had been provided by others, even on the prison transport. This was the cause of his mental confusion? Lack of food? Perhaps Vila, undernourished as Deltas usually were, was not as stupid as he had previously found the man to be.
His musings on how intelligent Vila might prove to be once given sufficient fuel, were interrupted as Cally handed him an instant meal replacement sachet. "Mix this with water. It will replace the essential sugars, salts, and vitamins you have lost during your fast, but it is not a replacement for real food. Set your timer for regular four hour intervals, and make sure you eat at those times."
As he was setting his timer according to her instructions, she put her hand gently on his arm.
"Avon, you are not a computer. You will need to take sufficient care of your body if you are to contribute to our survival."
He went back to setting his timer, surreptitiously watching her as she left the room. Her touch had unsettled him. The nerves on his skin beneath the area she had grasped his tunic, still tingled with static electricity. Perhaps food was not the only aspect of his health he had been neglecting.
He picked up the sachet and headed back to his work.
finis.
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