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Ambulance Ship
James White
1979


Scanned by lzmini Feb 03

PART 1


SPACEBIRD


The Monitor Corps scoutship Torrance was engaged on a mission which was both highly important and deadly dull. Like the other units of its flotilla it had been assigned a relatively tiny volume of space in Sector NineЧone of the many threedimensional blanks which still appeared in the FederationТs chartsЧ to fill in the types and positions of the stars which it contained and the numbers of planets circling them.
Because a ten-man scoutship did not have the facilities for handling a first contact situation, they were forbidden to land or even make a close approach to these planets. They would identify the technologically advanced worlds, if any, by analyzing the radio frequency and other forms of radiation emanating from them. As Major Madden, the vesselТs captain, had told them at the start of the mission, they were simply going to count lights in the sky and that was all.
Naturally, Fate could not resist a temptation like that...
УRadar, sir,Ф said a voice from the controlroom speaker. УWe have a blip on the close-approach screen. Distance six miles, closing slowly, non-collision course.Ф
УLock on the telescope,Ф said the Captain, Уand letТs see it.Ф
УYes, sir. Repeater screen Two.Ф
On Corps scoutships discipline was strict only when circumstances warranted it, and normally those circumstances did not arise during a mapping mission. As a result the noises coming from the speaker resembled a debate rather than a series of station reports.
УIt looks like a ... a bird, sir, with its wings spread.Ф
УA plucked bird.Ф
УHas anyone calculated the chances against materializing this close to an object in interstellar space?Ф
УI think itТs an asteroid, or molten material which congealed by accident into that shape.Ф
УTwo lights years from the nearest sun?Ф
УQuiet, please,Ф said the Captain. УLock on an analyzer and report.Ф
There was a short pause, then: УEstimated size, roughly onethird that of this ship. ItТs non-reflective, non-metallic, non-mineral andЧФ
УYouТre doing a fine job of telling me what it isnТt,Ф said the Captain dryly.
УIt is organic, sir, and .
УYes?Ф
УAnd alive.Ф
For a few seconds the controlroom speaker and the Captain held their breath, then Madden said firmly, УPower Room, maneuvering thrust in five minutes. Astrogation, match courses and close to five hundred yards. Ordanace, stand by. Surgeon-Lieutenant Brenner will prepare for EVA.Ф
The debate was over.
During the ensuing four hours Lieutenant Brenner examined the creature, initially at a safe distance and later as closely as his suit would allow. He was sure that the analyzer had been a little too optimistic over what was most likely a not quite frigid corpse. Certainly the thing was no threat because it could not move even if it had wanted to. The covering of what looked like large, flat barnacles and the rock-hard cement which held them together saw to that.
Later, when he was ending his report to the Captain, he said, УTo sum up, sir, it is suffering from a pretty weird skin condition which got out of control and caused it to be dumpedЧcertainly it didnТt fly out here. This implies a race with space-travel who are subject to a disease which scares them so badly that they dump the sufferers into space while they are still alive.
УAs you know,Ф he continued, УI donТt have the qualifications to treat e-t diseases, and the being is too large to fit into our hold. But we could enlarge our hyperspace envelope and tow it to Sector General.
УThat would make a nice break in the mapping routine,Ф he added hopefully, Уand IТve never been to that place. IТm told that not all the nurses there have six legs.Ф
The Captain was silet~t fo1 ~ moment, then he nodded.
УI have,Ф he said. УSome of them have more.Ф
* * *

Framed in the rescue tenderТs aft vision screen the tremendous structure that was Sector Twelve General Hospital hung in space like a gigantic cylindrical Christmas tree. Its thousands of viewports were constantly ablaze with light in the dazzling variety of color and intensity necessary for the visual equipment of its patients and staff, while inside its three hundred and eighty-four levels was reproduced the environments of all the intelligent life-forms known to the Galactic FederationЧa biological spectrum ranging from the ultrafrigid methane-breathers through the more normal oxygen- and chlorine-breathing types up to the exotic beings who existed by the direct conversion of hard radiation.
In addition to the patients, whose numbers and physiological classifications were a constant variable, there was a medical and maintenance staff comprising sixty-odd differing life-forms with sixty different sets of mannerisms, body odors and ways of looking at life.
The staff of Sector General prided themselves that no case was too big, too small or too hopeless, and their reputation and facilities were second to none. They were an extremely able, dedicated, but not always serious bunch, and Senior Physician Conway could not rid himself of the idea that on this occasion someone was playing a complicated joke on him.
УNow that I see it,Ф he said dryly, УI still canТt believe it.Ф
Pathologist Murchison, who occupied the position beside him, stared at the image of Torrance and its tow without comment. On the controlroom ceiling, where it clung with six fragile, suckertipped legs, Doctor Prilicla trembled slightly and said, УIt could prove to be an interesting and exciting professional challenge, friend Conway.Ф
The musical trills and clicks of the CinrusskinТs speech were received by ConwayТs translator pack, relayed to the translation computer at the center of the hospital and transmitted back to his earpiece as flat, emotionless English. As expected, the reply was pleasant, polite and extremely non-controversial.
Prilicla was insectile, exe-skeletal, six-legged and with a pair of iridescent and not quite atrophied wings and possessing a highlydeveloped empathic faculty. Only on Cinruss with its one-eighth gravity and dense atmosphere could a race of insects have grown to such dimensions and in time developed intelligence and an advanced civilization. But in Sector General Prilicla was in deadly danger for most of its working day. It had to wear gravity nullifiers everywhere outside its own quarters because the gravity pull which most of its colleagues considered normal would instantly have crushed it flat, and when Prilicla held a conversation with anyone it kept well out of reach of any thoughtless movement of an arm or tentacle which could easily cave in its fragile body or snap off a leg.
Not that anyone would have wanted to hurt Prilicla-it was too well-liked for that. The CinrusskinТs empathic faculty forced it to be kind and considerate to everyone in order to make the emotional radiation of the people around it as pleasant for itself as possible.
Except when its professional duty exposed it to pain and violent emotion in a patient, and that situation might arise within the next few minutes.