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"But he has not come home," said Father O'Neill, in the voice of one who relates deeds both sad and glorious, and when he went on, the emphasis he placed on the first word told of his pride in the race that was his own and a history that was not. "We have traveled to the stars, and made contact and are living in peace with an intelligent extra-Solar race. But we, we here, have not."
"No, Father," said Donovan in a tone that exactly matched the priest's. "Not yet."
The End
The Genocidal Healer
Sector General 08
Del Rey Books – 1991
Chapter One
THEY HAD assembled in a temporarily unused compartment on the hospital's eighty-seventh level. The room had seen service at various times as an observation ward for the birdlike Nallajims of physiological classification LSVO, as a Melfan ELNT operating theater, and, most recently, as an overflow ward for the chlorine-breathing Illensan PVSJs, whose noxious atmosphere still lingered in trace quantities. For the first and only time it was the venue of a military court and, Lioren thought hopefully, it would be used to terminate rather than extend life.
Three high-ranking Monitor Corps officers had taken their seats facing a multispecies audience that might be sympathetic, antagonistic, or simply curious. The most senior was an Earth-human DBDG, who opened the proceedings.
"I am Fleet Commander Dermod, the president of this specially convened court-martial," it said in the direction of the recorder. Then, inclining its head to one side and then the other, it went on. "Advising me are the Earth-human Colonel Skempton of this hospital, and the Nidian, Lieutenant-Colonel Dragh-Nin, of the Corps's other-species legal department. We are here at the behest of Surgeon-Captain Lioren, a Tarlan BRLH, who is dissatisfied with the verdict of a previous Federation civil-court hearing of its case. The Surgeon-Captain is insisting on its right as a serving officer to be tried by a Monitor Corps military tribunal.
"The charge is gross professional negligence leading to the deaths of a large but unspecified number of patients while under its care."
Without taking its attention from the body of the court, and seeming deliberately to avoid looking at the accused, the fleet commander paused briefly. The rows of chairs, cradles, and other support structures suited to the physiological requirements of the audience held many beings who were familiar to Lioren: Thornnastor, the Tralthan Diagnostician-in-Charge of Pathology; the Nidian Senior Tutor, Cresk-Sar; and the recently appointed Earth-human Diagnostician-in-Charge of Surgery, Conway. Some of them would be willing and anxious to speak in Lioren's defense, but how many would be as willing to accuse, condemn, and punish?
"As is customary in these cases," Fleet Commander Dermod resumed gravely, "the counsel for the defense will open and the prosecution will have the last word, followed by the consultation and the agreed verdict and sentence of the officers of this court. Appearing for the defense is the Monitor Corps Earth-human, Major O'Mara, who has been Chief of the Department of Other-Species Psychology at this hospital since it first became operational, assisted by the Sommaradvan, Cha Thrat, a member of the same department. The accused, Surgeon-Captain Lioren, is acting for and is prosecuting itself.
"Major O'Mara, you may begin."
While Dermod had been speaking, O'Mara, whose two eyes were recessed and partially hidden by thin flaps of skin and shadowed by the gray hair which grew in two thick crescents above them, had looked steadily at Lioren. When it rose onto its two feet, the prompt screen remained unlit. Plainly the Chief Psychologist intended speaking without notes.
In the angry and impatient manner of an entity unused to the necessity for being polite, it said, "May it please the court, Surgeon-Captain Lioren stands accused, or more accurately stands self-accused, of a crime of which it has already been exonerated by its own civil judiciary. With respect, sir, the accused should not be here, we should not be here, and this trial should not be taking place."
"That civil court," Lioren said harshly, "was influenced by a very able defender to show me sympathy and sentiment when what I needed was justice. Here it is my hope that—"
"I will not be as able a defender?" O'Mara asked.
"I know you will be an able defender!" Lioren said loudly, knowing that the process of translation was removing much of the emotional content from the words. "That is my greatest concern. But why are you defending me? With your reputation and experience in other-species psychology, and the high standards of professional behavior you demand, I expected you to understand and side with me instead of—"
"But I am on your side, dammit—" O'Mara began. He was silenced by the distinctively Earth-human and disgusting sound of the fleet commander clearing its main breathing passage.
"Let it be clearly understood," Dermod said in a quieter voice, "that all entities having business before this court will address their remarks to the presiding officer and not to each other. Surgeon-Captain Lioren, you will have the opportunity to argue your case without interruption when your present defender, be he able or inept, has completed his submission. Continue, Major."
Lioren directed one eye toward the officers of the court, another he kept on the silent crowd behind him, and a third he fixed unwaveringly upon the Earth-human O'Mara, who, still without benefit of notes, was describing in detail the accused's training, career, and major professional accomplishments during his stay at Sector Twelve General Hospital. Major O'Mara had never used such words of praise to or about Lioren in the past, but now the things it was saying would not have been out of place in a eulogy spoken over the mortal remains of the respected dead. Regrettably, Lioren was neither dead nor respected.
As the hospital's Chief Psychologist, O'Mara's principal concern was and always had been the smooth and efficient operation of the ten-thousand-odd members of the medical and maintenance staff. For administrative reasons, the entity O'Mara carried the rank of major in the Monitor Corps, the Federation's executive and law-enforcement arm, which was also charged with the responsibility for the supply and maintenance of Sector General. But keeping so many different and potentially antagonistic life-forms working together in harmony was a large job whose limits, like those of O'Mara's authority, were difficult to define.
Given even the highest qualities of tolerance and mutual respect among all levels of its personnel, and in spite of the careful psychological screening they underwent before being accepted for training in the Galactic Federation's most renowned multienvironment hospital, there were still occasions when serious interpersonal friction threatened to occur because of ignorance or misunderstanding of other-species cultural mores, social behavior, or evolutionary imperatives. Or, more dangerously, a being might develop a xenophobic neurosis which, if left untreated, would ultimately affect its professional competence, mental stability, or both.
A Tralthan medic with a subconscious fear of the abhorrent little predators which had for so long infested its home planet might find itself unable to bring to bear on one of the physiologically similar, but highly civilized, Kreglinni the proper degree of clinical detachment necessary for its treatment. Neither would it feel comfortable working with or, in the event of personal accident or illness, being treated by a Kreglinni medical colleague. It was the responsibility of Chief Psychologist O'Mara to detect and eradicate such problems before they could become life- or sanity-threatening or, if all else failed, to remove the potentially troublesome individuals from the hospital.
There had been times, Lioren remembered, when this constant watch for signs of wrong, unhealthy, or intolerant thinking which the Chief Psychologist performed with such dedication made it the most feared, distrusted, and disliked entity in Sector General.
But now O'Mara seemed to be displaying the type of uncharacteristic behavior that it had always considered as a warning symptom in others. By defending this great and terrible crime of negligence against an entire planetary population, a piece of wrong thinking without precedent in Federation history, it was ignoring and reversing the professional habits and practices of a lifetime.
Lioren stared for a moment at the entity's head fur, which was a much lighter shade of gray than he remembered, and wondered whether the confusions of advancing age had caused it to succumb to one of the psychological ills from which it had tried so hard to protect everyone else. Its words, however, were reasoned and coherent.
"... At no time was it suggested that Lioren was promoted beyond its level of competence," O'Mara was saying. "It is a Wearer of the Blue Cloak, the highest professional distinction that Tarla can bestow. Should the court wish it I can go into greater detail regarding its total dedication and ability as an other-species physician and surgeon, based on observations made during its time in this hospital. Documentation and personal affidavits provided by senior and junior Monitor Corps officers regarding its deservedly rapid promotion after it left us are also available. But that material would be repetitious and would simply reinforce the point that I have been making, that Lioren's professional behavior up to and, I submit, while committing the offense of which it is charged, was exemplary.
"I believe that the only fault that the court will find in the accused," O'Mara went on, "is that the professional standards it has set itself, and until the Cromsag Incident achieved, were unreasonably high and its subsequent feelings of guilt disproportionately great. Its only crime was that it demanded too much of itself when—"
"But there is no crime!" O'Mara's assistant, Cha Thrat, broke in loudly. It rose suddenly to its full height. "On Sommaradva the rules governing medical practice for a warrior-surgeon are strict, stricter by far than those accepted on other worlds, so I fully understand and sympathize with the feelings of the accused. But it is nonsense to suggest that strict self-discipline and high standards of professional conduct are in any sense bad, or a crime, or even a venial offense."
"The majority of the Federation's planetary histories," O'Mara replied in an even louder voice, the deepening facial color showing its anger at this interruption from a subordinate, "contain many instances of fanatically good political leaders or religious zealots which suggest otherwise. Psychologically it is healthier to be strict in moderation and allow a little room for—"
"But surely," Cha Thrat broke in again, "that does not apply to the truly good. You seem to be arguing that good is ... is bad!"
Cha Thrat was the first entity that Lioren had seen of the Sommaradvan DCNF classification. Standing, it was half again as tall as O'Mara, and its arrangement of four ambulatory limbs, four waist-level heavy manipulators, and a further set for food provision and fine work encircling the neck gave it a shape that was pleasingly symmetrical and stable—unlike that of the Earth-humans, who always seemed to be on the point of falling on their faces. Of all the beings in the room, Lioren wondered if this entity would be the one who best understood his feelings. Then he concentrated his mind on the images coming from the eye that was watching the officers of the court.
Colonel Skempton was showing its teeth in the silent snarl Earth-humans gave when displaying amusement or friendship, the Nidian officer's features were unreadable behind their covering of facial fur, and the fleet commander's expression did not change at all when it spoke.
"Are the counsels for the defense arguing among themselves regarding the guilt or otherwise of the accused," it asked quietly, "or simply interrupting each other in their eagerness to expedite the case? In either event, please desist and address the court one at a time."
"My respected colleague," O'Mara said in a voice which, in spite of the emotion-filtering process of translation, sounded anything but respectful, "was speaking in support of the accused but was a trifle overeager. Our argument will be resolved, in private, at another time."
"Then proceed," the fleet commander said.
Cha Thrat resumed its seat, and the Chief Psychologist, its face pigmentation still showing a deeper shade of pink, went on, "The point I am trying to make is that the accused, in spite of what it believes, is not totally responsible for what happened on Cromsag. To do so I shall have to reveal information normally restricted to my department. This material is—"
Fleet Commander Dermod was holding up one forelimb and hand, palm outward. It said, "If this material is privileged, Major, you cannot use it without permission from the entity concerned. If the accused forbids its use—"
"I forbid its use," Lioren said firmly.
"The court has no choice but to do the same," Dermod went on as if the Surgeon-Captain had not spoken. "Surely you are aware of this?"
"I am also aware, as, I believe, are you, sir," said O'Mara, "that if given the chance the accused would forbid me to say or do anything at all in its defense."
The fleet commander lowered its hand and said, "Nevertheless, where privileged information is concerned, the accused has that right."
"I dispute its right to commit judicial suicide," said O'Mara, "otherwise I would not have offered to defend an entity who is so highly intelligent, professionally competent, and completely stupid. The material in question is confidential and restricted but not, however, privileged since it was and is available to any accredited authority wishing for complete psychological data on a candidate before offering to employ it in a position of importance, or advancement to a level of greater responsibility. Without false modesty I would say that my department's psych profile on Surgeon-Captain Lioren was what gained its original commission in the Monitor Corps and probably its last three promotions. Even if we had been able to monitor closely the accused's psych profile following its departure from the hospital there is no certainty that the Cromsag tragedy could have been averted. The personality and motivations of the entity who caused it were already fully formed, stable, and well integrated. To my later regret I saw no reason to alter them in any way."
The Chief Psychologist paused for a moment to look at the beings crowding the room before returning its attention to the officers of the court. Its desk screen came to life, but O'Mara barely glanced at the upward march of symbols as it continued speaking.
"This is the psych record of a being with a complete and quite remarkable degree of dedication to its profession," the major said. "In spite of the presence of fellow Tarlans of the female sex at that time, there are no social or sexual activities listed or, indeed, any indication that it wished to indulge in either. Self-imposed celibacy is undertaken by members of several intelligent species for various personal, philosophical, or religious reasons. Such behavior is rare, even unusual, but not unsane.
"Lioren's file contains no incidents, behavior, or thinking with which I could find fault," O'Mara went on. "It ate, slept, and worked. While its colleagues were off duty, relaxing or having fun, it spent its free time studying or acquiring extra experience in areas which it considered of special interest. When promotion came, it was intensely disliked by the subordinate medical and environmental maintenance staff on its ward because it demanded of them the same quality of work that it required of itself, but fortunate indeed were the patients who came under its care. Its intense dedication and inflexibility of mind, however, suggested that it might not be suitable for the ultimate promotion to Diagnostician.
"This was not the reason for it leaving Sector General," O'Mara said quickly. "Lioren considered many of the hospital staff to be lax in their personal behavior, irresponsible when off duty, and, by its standards, nonserious to a fault, and it wished to continue its work in an environment of stricter discipline. It fully deserved its Corps promotions, including the command of the rescue operation on Cromsag that ended in disaster."
The Chief Psychologist looked down at its desktop, but it was not seeing the prompt screen, because for some reason it had closed its eyes. Suddenly it looked up again.
"This is the psych profile of an entity who had no choice but to act as it did," O'Mara resumed, "so that its actions in the circumstances were proper. There was no carelessness on its part, no negligence, and therefore, I submit, no guilt. For it was only after the few survivors had been under observation here for two months that we were able to unravel the secondary endocrinological effects of the disease Lioren had been treating. If any offense was committed, it was the minor one of impatience allied to Lioren's firm belief that its ship's medical facilities were equal to the task demanded of them.
"I have little more to say," the major continued, "except to suggest to the court that its punishment should be in proportion to the crime and not, as the accused believes and the prosecution will argue, the results of that crime. Catastrophic and horrifying though the results of the Surgeon-Captain's actions have been, the offense itself was a minor one and should be treated as such."
While O'Mara had been speaking, Lioren's anger had risen to a level where it might no longer be controllable. Brown blotches were appearing all over his pale, yellow-green tegument, and both sets of outer lungs were tightly distended to shout a protest that would have been too loud for proper articulation and would probably have damaged the sound sensors of many of those present.
"The accused is becoming emotionally distressed," O'Mara said quickly, "so I shall be brief. I urge that the case against Surgeon-Captain Lioren be dismissed or, failing that, that the sentence be noncustodial. Ideally the accused should be confined to the limits of this hospital, where psychiatric assistance is available when required, and where its considerable professional talents will be available to our patients while it is—"
"No!" Lioren said, in a voice which made those closest to him wince and the translator squawk with sound overload. "I have sworn, solemnly and by Sedith and Wrethrin the Healers, to forgo the practice of my art for the rest of my worthless life."
"Now that," O'Mara replied, not quite as loudly as Lioren, "would indeed be a crime. It would be a shameful and unforgivable waste of ability of which you would be inarguably guilty."
