Rimmer rushed to the medi-bay. All he could think of was Lister. A panic flooded his senses and his insides writhed with worry. The outside remained cool, handsome and in control. Outside he projected Ace.
Pushing past Kryten he saw Lister. A comatose body lay upon the bed, a drip feed running into his arm.
All at once Rimmer knew what was wrong. Lister was the living dead.
A game head.
Kryten had watched Lister slowly decline over the past months. Saw him lose all hope and reason. Lister had been a wreck since Rimmer's light bee had been destroyed. Kryten had hoped that he and the cat would be companion enough for Mr Lister but it was not so.
The night of Lister's bender Kryten had found him. A panel had been ripped from the ceiling in the drive room where lister had hidden some game headbands. It was too be his last resort if he couldn't get back to earth if he lost hope that it existed. He would waste away in his own world be it the real earth or not.
Pushing past Kryten he saw Lister. A comatose body lay upon the bed, a drip feed running into his arm.
All at once Rimmer knew what was wrong. Lister was the living dead.
A game head.
Kryten had watched Lister slowly decline over the past months. Saw him lose all hope and reason. Lister had been a wreck since Rimmer's light bee had been destroyed. Kryten had hoped that he and the cat would be companion enough for Mr Lister but it was not so.
The night of Lister's bender Kryten had found him. A panel had been ripped from the ceiling in the drive room where lister had hidden some game headbands. It was too be his last resort if he couldn't get back to earth if he lost hope that it existed. He would waste away in his own world be it the real earth or not.
