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"I think," the Kelgian said, "it made a rude gesture with its forward medial limb."
"In its place," the Earth-human replied, "I'd have done the same."
During the remainder of that interminable journey she doublechecked every change of direction and kept watch for any unexpected alterations in color codings on the way to Level One Twenty, and paused only once to make another large dent in her food store. When she opened Access Hatch Twelve and climbed into Corridor Seven, Timmins was already there.
"Well done, Cha Thrat, you made it," the Earth-human said, showing its teeth. "Next time I'd better make the trip a little longer, and a lot more complicated. After that I'll let you help out with a few simple jobs. You may as well start earning your keep."
Feeling pleased and a little confused, she said, "I thought I arrived early. Have I kept you waiting long?"
Timmins shook its head. "Your distress beacon was for your own personal reassurance in case you felt lost or frightened. It was part of the test. But we keep permanent tracers on our people at all times, so I was aware of every move you made. Devious, aren't I? But you passed very close to a maintenance team at one stage. I hope you didn't ask them for directions. You know the rule."
Cha Thrat wondered if there was any rule in Sector General so inflexible that it could not be bent out of shape, and she hoped that the outer signs of her embarrassment could not be read by a member of another species.
"No," she replied truthfully, "we didn't speak to each other."
Chapter Ten
IN THE event, she was not given a job until Timmins had shown her the full range and complexity of the work that, one day, she might be capable of taking on. It was obvious that the Earth-human was quietly but intensely proud of its Maintenance Department and, with good reason, was showing off while trying to instill a little of its own pride in her. True, much of the work was servile, but there were aspects of it that called for the qualities of a warrior or even a minor ruler. Unlike the rigid stratification of labor practiced on Sommaradva, however, in the Maintenance Department advancement toward the higher levels was encouraged.
Timmins was doing an awful lot of encouraging, and seemed to be spending an unusually large proportion of its time showing her around.
"With respect," she said after one particularly interesting tour of the low-temperature methane levels, "your rank and obvious ability suggest that you have more important uses for your time than spending it with me, your most recent and, I suspect, most technically ignorant maintenance trainee. Why am I given this special treatment?"
Timmins laughed quietly and said, "You mustn't think that I'm neglecting more important work to be with you, Cha Thrat. If I'm needed I can be contacted without delay. But that is unlikely to happen because my subordinates try very hard to make me feel redundant.
"You should find the next section particularly interesting," it went on. "It is the VTXM ward, which, strange as it may seem, forms part of the main reactor. You know from your medical lectures that the Telfi are a gestalt life-form who live by the direct absorption of hard radiation, so that all patient examination and treatment is by remote-controlled sensors and manipulators. To be assigned to maintenance in this area you would need special training in—"
"Special training," Cha Thrat broke in, beginning to lose her patience, "means special treatment. I have already asked this question. Am I being given special treatment?"
"Yes," the Earth-human said sharply. It waited while a refrigerated vehicle containing one of the frigid-blooded SNLU methane-breathers rolled past, then went on. "Of course you are being given special treatment."
"Why?"
Timmins did not reply.
"Why do you not answer this simple question?" she persisted.
"Because," the Earth-human said, its face deepening in color, "your question does not have a simple answer, and I'm not sure if I am the right person to give it to you, since I might also give offense, cause you mental pain, insult you, or make you angry."
Cha Thrat walked in silence for a moment, then said, "I think that your consideration for my feelings makes you the right person. And a subordinate who has acted wrongly may indeed feel mental pain or anger or intense self-dislike but surely, if the superior speaks justly, no offense can be taken nor insult given."
The Earth-human shook its head in a gesture, she had learned, that could mean either negation or puzzlement. It said, "There are times, Cha Thrat, when you make me feel like the subordinate. But what the hell, I'll try to answer. You are being accorded special treatment because of the wrong we did to you and the mental discomfort we have caused, and there are several important people who feel obligated to do something about it."
"But surely," she said incredulously, "I am the one who has behaved wrongly."
"That you have," Timmins said, "but as a direct result of us wronging you first. The Monitor Corps are responsible for allowing, no, encouraging you to come here in the first place, and waiving the entry requirements. The wrongdoing that followed this combination of misguided gratitude for saving Chiang's life and sheer political opportunism was the inevitable result."
"But I wanted to come," Cha Thrat protested, "and I still want to stay."
"To punish yourself for recent misdeeds?" Timmins asked quietly. "I've been trying to convince you that we are originally to blame for those."
"I am not mentally or morally warped," she replied, trying to control her anger at what, on her home world, would have been a grave insult. "I accept just punishment, but I would not seek to inflict it on myself. There are some very disquieting and unpleasant aspects to life here, but in no level of Sommaradvan society could I be subject to such a variety and intensity of experience. That is why I would like to stay."
The Earth-human was silent for a moment, then it said, "Conway, O'Mara, and Cresk-Sar among others, even Hredlichli, were sure that your reasons for wanting to stay here were positive rather than negative and that there was little chance of my getting you to agree to a return home ..."
It broke off as Cha Thrat stopped dead in the corridor.
Angrily she said, "Have you been discussing with all these people my deeds and misdeeds, my competence or incompetence, perhaps my future prospects, without inviting me to be present?"
"Move, you're causing a traffic problem," Timmins said. "And there is no reason for anger. Since that business during the Hudlar demo there isn't a single being in the hospital who has not talked about your deeds, misdeeds, competence, or lack thereof, and your highly questionable future prospects in the hospital. Having you present at all those discussions was not possible. But if you want to know what was said about you in great and interminable detail—the serious discussions, that is, as opposed to mere hospital gossip—I believe O'Mara has added the recordings to your psych file and might play them back to you on request. Or again, he might not.
"Alternatively," it went on when they were moving again, "you may wish me to give you a brief summary of these discussions, inaccurate in that the excess verbiage and the more impolite and colorful phraseology will be deleted."
"That," Cha Thrat said, "is what I wish."
"Very well," it replied. "Let me begin by saying that the Monitor Corps personnel and all of the senior medical staff members involved are responsible for this situation. During the initial interview with O'Mara you mentioned that the lengthy delay in your decision to treat Chiang was that you did not want to lose a limb. O'Mara assumed, wrongly, that you were referring only to Chiang's limb, and he thinks that in an other-species interview he should have been more alert to the exact meaning of the words spoken, and that he is primarily responsible for your self-amputation.
"Conway feels responsible," it went on, "because he ordered you to perform the Hudlar limb removal without knowing anything about your very strict code of professional ethics. Cresk-Sar thinks it should have questioned you more closely on the same subject. Both of them believe that you would make a fine other-species surgeon if you could be deconditioned and reeducated. And Hredlichli blames itself for ignoring the special friendship that developed between you and AUGL-One Sixteen. And, of course, the Monitor Corps, which is originally responsible for the problem, suggested a solution that would give the minimum displeasure to everyone."
"By transferring me to Maintenance," she finished for it.
"That was never a serious suggestion," the Earth-human said, "because we couldn't believe that you would accept it. No, we wanted to send you home."
A small part of her mind was moving her body forward and around the heavier or more senior staff members, while the rest of it felt angry and bitterly disappointed in the life-form beside her that she had begun to think of as a friend.
"Naturally," Timmins went on, "we tried to take your feelings into account. You were interested in meeting and working with off-planet life-forms, so we would give you a cultural liaison position, as an advisor on Sommaradvan affairs, on our base there. Or on Descartes, our largest specialized other-species contact vessel, which will be orbiting your world until another new intelligent species is discovered somewhere. Your position would be one of considerable responsibility, and could not be influenced in any way by the people who dislike you on Sommaradva.
"Naturally, nothing could be guaranteed at this stage," it continued. "But subject to your satisfactory performance with us you would be allowed to choose between a permanent position with the Corps' Sommaradva establishment as an interspecies cultural advisor or as a member of the contact team on Descartes. We tried to do what we thought was best for you, friend, and everyone else."
"You did," Cha Thrat said, feeling her anger and disappointment melting away. "Thank you."
"We thought it was a reasonable compromise," Timmins said. "But O'Mara said no. He insisted that you be given a maintenance job here in the hospital and have the Corps induction procedures attended to as quickly as possible."
"Why?"
"I don't know why," it replied. "Who knows how a Chief Psychologist's mind works?"
"Why," she repeated, "must I join your Monitor Corps?"
"Oh, that," Timmins said. "Purely for administrative convenience. The supply and maintenance of Sector General is our responsibility, and anyone who is not a patient or on the medical staff is automatically a member of the Monitor Corps. The personnel computer has to know your name, rank, and number so as to be able to pay your salary and so we can tell you what to do.
"Theoretically," it added.
"I have never disobeyed the lawful order of a superior ..." Cha Thrat began, when it held up its hand again.
"A Corps joke, don't worry about it," Timmins said. "The point I'm trying to make is that our Chief Psychologist bears the administrative rank of major, but it is difficult to define the limits of his authority in this place, because he orders full Colonels and Diagnosticians around, and not always politely. Your own rank of junior technician, Environmental Maintenance, Grade Two, which became effective as soon as we received O'Mara's instructions, will not give you as much leeway."
"Please," she said urgently, "this is a serious matter. It is my understanding that the Monitor Corps is an organization of warriors. It has been many generations on Sommaradva since our warrior-level citizens fought together in battle. Peace and present-day technology offer danger enough. As a warrior-surgeon I am required to heal wounds, not inflict them."
"Seriously," the Earth-human said, "I think your information on the Corps came chiefly from the entertainment channels. Space battles and hand-to-hand combat are an extremely rare occurrence, and the library tapes will give you a much truer, and more boring, description of what we do and why we do it. Study the material. You'll find that there will be no conflict of loyalty between your duties to the Corps, your home world, or your ethical standards.
"We've arrived," it added briskly, pointing at the sign on the heavy door before them. "From here on we'll need heavy radiation armor. Oh, you've another question?"
"It's about my salary," she said hesitantly.
Timmins laughed and said, "I do so hate these altruistic types who consider money unimportant. The pay at your present rank isn't large. Personnel will be able to tell you the equivalent in Sommaradvan currency, but then there isn't much to spend it on here. You can always save it and your leave allowance and travel. Perhaps visit your AUGL friend on Chalderescol sometime, or go to—"
"There would be enough money for an interstellar trip like that?" she broke in.
The Earth-human went into a paroxysm of coughing, recovered, then said, "There would not be enough money to pay for an interstellar trip. However, because of the isolated position of Sector General, free Corps transport is available for physiologically suitable hospital personnel to travel to their home planets or, with a bit of fiddling, to the planet of your choice. The money could be spent there, enjoying yourself. Now will you please get into that armor?"
Cha Thrat did not move and the Earth-human watched her without speaking.
Finally she said, "I am being given special treatment, shown areas where I am not qualified to work and mechanisms that I can't hope to use for a very long time. No doubt this is being done as an incentive, to show me what is possible for me to achieve in the future. I understand and appreciate the thinking behind this, but I would much prefer to stop sightseeing and do some simple, and useful, work."
"Well, good for you!" Timmins said, showing its teeth approvingly. "We can't look directly at the Telfi anyway, so we aren't missing much. Suppose you begin by learning to drive a delivery sled. A small one, at first, so that an accident will damage you more than the hospital structure. And you'll have to really master your internal geography, and be able to navigate accurately and at speed through the service tunnel network. It seems to be a law of nature that when a ward or diet kitchen has to be resupplied, the requisition is always urgent and usually arrives late.
"We'll head for the internal transport hangar now," it ended, "unless you have another question?"
She had, but thought it better to wait until they were moving again before asking it.
"What about the damage to the AUGL ward for which I was indirectly responsible?" she said. "Will the cost be deducted from my salary?"
Timmins showed its teeth again and said, "I'd say that it would take about three years to pay for the damage caused by your AUGL friend. But when the damage was done you were one of the medical trainee crazies, not a serious and responsible member of the Maintenance Department, so don't worry about it."
She did not worry about it because, for the rest of the day, there were far more important things to worry about—principally the control and guidance of the uncontrollable and misguided, multiply accursed heap of machinery called an antigravity sled.
In operation the vehicle rode a repulsion cushion so that there was no contact with the deck, and changes in direction were effected by lowering friction pads, angling the thrusters, or, for fine control, leaning sideways. If emergency braking was necessary, the power was switched off. This caused the vehicle to drop to the deck and grind noisily to a halt. But this maneuver was discouraged because it made the driver very unpopular with the service crew who had to realign the repulsor grids.
By the end of the day her vehicle had slipped and spun all over the transport hangar floor, hit every collapsible marker that she was supposed to steer around, and generally displayed a high level of noncooperation. Timmins gave her a packet of study tapes, told her to look over them before next morning, and said that her driving was pretty good for a beginner.
Three days later she began to believe it.
"I drove a sled with a trailer attached, both fully loaded, from Level Eighteen to Thirty-three," she told Tarsedth, when her one-time classmate visited her for the customary evening gossip. "I did it using only the service tunnels, and without hitting anything or anybody."
"Should I be impressed?" the Kelgian asked.
"A little," Cha Thrat said, feeling more than a little deflated. "What's been happening to you?"
"Cresk-Sar transferred to me LSVO Surgical," Tarsedth said, its fur rippling in an unreadable mixture of emotions. "It said I was ready to broaden my other-species nursing experience, and working with a light-gravity life-form would improve my delicacy of touch. And anyway, it said, Charge Nurse Lentilatsar, the rotten, chlorine-breathing slimy slob, was not entirely happy with the way I exercised my initiative. What tape is that? It looks massively uninteresting."
"To the contrary," Cha Thrat said, touching the pause stud. The screen showed a picture of a group of Monitor Corps officers meeting the great Earth-human MacEwan and the equally legendary Orligian Grawlya-Ki, the true founders, it was said, of Sector General hospital. "It's the history, organization, and present activities of the Monitor Corps. I find it very interesting, but ethically confusing. For example, why must a peace-keeping force be so heavily armed?"
"Because, stupid, it couldn't if it wasn't," Tarsedth said. It went on quickly. "But on the subject of the Monitor Corps I'm an expert. A lot of Kelgians join these days, and I was going to try for a position as Surgeon-Lieutenant, a ship's medic, that is, and might still do it if I don't qualify here.
"Of course," it went on enthusiastically, "there are other, nonmilitary, openings ..."
As the Galactic Federation's executive and law-enforcement arm, the Monitor Corps was essentially a police force on an interstellar scale, but during the first century since it had come into existence it had become much more. Originally, when the Federation had comprised a rather unstable alliance of only four inhabited systems—Nidia, Orligia, Traltha, and Earth—its personnel had been exclusively Earth-human. But those Earth-humans were responsible for discovering other inhabited systems, and more and more intelligent life-forms, and for establishing friendly contact with them.
