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Not Quite Right

The captain wanted answers that I couldn’t provide.

“They told me you cartos were weird, that you had to be inherently unstable to do your job, but this… this is fucking off-the-charts weird. Tell me what the hell is going on, carto, so I can do something about it.”
“I… I… I can’t, I don’t know.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know!? You’re still at it! And the nanosurgeon tore apart the technician we called to fix it. The operating room has his organs all over it!”

I couldn’t make the connections I needed to be making. With a concerted effort, I pulled some conclusions.

“So… something’s not quite right.”
“Damn straight. What the hell is this, anyway? It started five hours ago when you were still unconcious and it didn’t even slow down as you started waking up!”
“So… it can’t be me?”
“But what else could it be?”
“Something that… isn’t me? Maybe you should check the code and find out?”
“There’s no way that’s going to happen. It’s longer than our starnav database.”

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