Finally, one day, Harper and Dylan were starting to prepare for the peace
talks. He could not believe that he was asked to help mediate by Dylan.
Usually, Harper was just on the sidelines doing little things then mingling
the best he could while hitting on some of the prettier female diplomats.
As Dylan was prattling on and on about various things, Harper found himself
in the all too familiar 'white room'
"The Harper is not making an effort" the Tyr prophet said.
"The Harper is not in any position to do squat" Harper replied. "Even after the fact that I told him about my visions and how you guys helped me find the artifact, he still feels that you guys can't be the last word when it comes to diplomacy or how he does things on his ship."
"The Harper must find a way"
"I know! Maybe I can use my handy-dandy mind control device" Harper said sarcastically.
"Corporeal humor will not get the Harper anywhere" now it was the Trance prophet talking.
"Look, I did what I could, don't you guys have some sort of powers? If you could talk to me all the way from a nebula by appearing as people I know, then I'm sure you guys could do something"
"The Harper is the key to preventing the alliance, if it is to be prevented" Trance/prophet remarked.
"No pressure" he replied dryly.
"The Harper must have faith, and think outside the box" They Dylan prophet advised.
"I know! Maybe I can, in the middle of the ceremony rip up the peace agreement?" He said, continuing his sarcasm, and remembering what happened last time. "Not!"
"That is not the way. The Harper needs to find a better solution." The Beka prophet said.
"What?"
"The Harper must figure it out."
"Come on, you guys. Gimme some help here!" Harper was getting annoyed at them again.
However, instead of giving him an answer, Harper found himself back at Dylan's office, with the captain glaring at him.
"Mr. Harper?"
"The nebula aliens appeared to me"
This caused Dylan to sigh, but he felt that he should be kept abreast of Harper's visions.
"What did they want?"
"They want me to stop the alliance all by myself"
"But your not going to do that are you?" Dylan asked with a raise eyebrow.
"I couldn't do anything if I wanted to, and I'm not sure I wanna."
"That's good to hear."
"Why am I helping you if we both know that I suck at this mediation stuff, and you were just bluffing"
"Because you gave me your word. What makes you think that I was bluffing?"
"The nebula aliens told me"
"I see. Well, let's get back to work."
"Let's have some dinner first." Harper said "It's kinda late."
HoloAndromeda appeared.
"What would you two like me to bring you?"
"Sparkly cola and Noasnian sandwich." They had recently gotten supplies at a local drift.
"That doesn't sound very healthy, Mr. Harper" Noasnian sandwiches had lots of sugar, and were made from a cold meat that had more fat than meat, as well as lots of grease from being fried, not baked.
"So?"
"Andromeda, get me lean meat with vegetables."
"Yummy!" Harper said sarcastically.
"and get some vegetables for Harper"
"No freaking way!"
"I need my crew to eat healthy" Dylan said. He was worried that Harper looked a bit thinner than before.
"Fine"
A while later, the bots brought the food and they did more work on the mediation process.
The next night, Harper got another visit to his second home.
"The Harper lacks faith" The Dylan prophet remarked.
"and we can understand" continued the Tyr prophet.
"Look into this basin of water" it was the Trance prophet talking this time, referring to a metal basin that she/it held.
"Uh.. okay" Harper replied tentatively.
In the basin, Harper saw a planet of power, whose conquering exploits made the ones by the Vedrans pale in comparison. He saw a brutal empire that enslaved, exploited, tortured, and killed millions upon millions of people over many systems. There was no freedom, to the point where a favorite government slogan was "Freedom is slavery". Harper now realized why there could not be peace between these peoples within the planet. When the vision was over, he could not speak, he was so aghast, and needed time to process it all. Soon, he was back where he was. He was now aware that drastic action had to be taken.
The next afternoon he went to go talk to Tyr at his quarters.
"Tyr, I need your help" He said, after he engaged privacy mode.
"What is it, boy?" Tyr seemed a bit annoyed at Harper's sudden need to talk.
"I know that you used to be a mercenary who used to do stuff, like kill people. I was wondering if you could, do it once more, and then make sure a certain someone else gets the blame?"
"Why would I want to jeopardize my position on this ship for you?"
"Because the fate of the universe depends on it"
"Oh please" Tyr said "Are you still listening to those…..beings who live in the nebula"
"But last night, I got a vision of the future Tyr, it was horrible. In the vision, I saw an empire, even more powerful than the Vedran one, conquer, and brutally rule a good portion of the galaxy. Millions, upon millions, tortured, killed, in a regime that makes the Nietzschean regime on Earth look benign. I swear, Tyr, that'll be the future if something is not done."
"So you are telling me that if the two races on this planet make peace, they will form a brutal empire?"
"Yep"
"IF I were to help you in your little scheme, what would you want me to do?" Tyr was doubtful, but he was curious, and secretly worried, as Harper looked tired.
"Kill one of the big shots in one of the delegations and then make is so the other side gets blamed. That way, they'll fight like cats and dogs, and then no alliance."
Tyr looked at Harper in surprise.
"You're asking me to kill someone over some ridiculous vision perpetuated by beings whose intentions we can't be sure of"
"Come on Tyr, these, beings as you call them, just want to help, and furthermore, you've kill quite a few people I'm sure. What's one more? All you gotta do is this You kill some big shot, misplant some evidence, and you can go back to sipping champagne. What's the big deal?" Despite the bravado, Harper was having qualms about having to be partly responsible for someone's death.
Tyr just looked at him.
"Besides" Harper continued "The fate of the universe depends on this. You gotta trust me. Come on Tyr, you know how paranoid I am. If I can trust them, then that must mean something."
"I'm sure, but lately, I have been having doubts regarding your state of mind."
"Wha..?"
"Well, your going off to find some rather worthless objects shows some… oddness, not to mention your little act during the signing of that planet, where you ripped the charter in half and yelled a bunch of nonsense."
"Hey, those objects are not worthless! Besides, didn't you make a scene, when Castalia wanted to join the Commonwealth?"
"But it was for a good reason. The government had slaughtered Nietzscheans, while you made your scene over some vision made by beings who want to shape the universe to their will"
"No they don't" Harper exclaimed. "They want to prevent unnecessary suffering. Come on Tyr, do you really give a damn either way? No! Besides, I thought that you were a good mercenary killer"
"I don't have to prove myself to you boy"
"In other words, you're not gonna help me?" Harper was disappointed/
"That is correct" Tyr replied "Ask your ..'friends' to help you"
"Aw man." Harper remark. "You're not gonna tell Dylan right.. about what I asked you?"
"There are more imminent dangers in the universe."
"Oookaaay"
Two days passed and Harper found that the peace talks had to be postponed, and this gladdened him as he had more time to think about his options. Also, he was thinking a lot about what he saw. Again, he went to talk to Dylan.
"Dylan, I got a clearer vision of what's to come if those two races ally themselves"
"What was that vision?" He said with a sigh.
"Well,if those guys become all kissy/huggy, then that planet will start conquering other planets, and become this evil empire, that will make millions, hell, billions suffer and die."
"And you're sure that it's the future?"
"It is if we broker the peace."
"How do we know that it is?"
"I just know"
"Isn't it possible to do both?"
"Huh?"
"What we could do, just in case your visions are true, is to be extra watchful, and make sure it does not come to that"
"But what if the whole evil empire thing happens after we all die?" Harper asked " Cause I wasn't told when it would happen."
"We could tell certain people, about our concerns just before we die"
"What if people, for some reason or other won't do anything about it?"
"We'll just have to take it on faith"
"Come on Dylan, you know that no one gonna do anything about the Empire until it's too late. You're just saying that to humor me" Harper was getting mad "See, no one takes me seriously. "
" Harper, I can't let a bunch of mysterious aliens dictate my decisions." Dylan was worried that maybe the aliens might have brainwashed Harper.
"Dylan! They're not just mysterious aliens, okay? They are non corporeal beings, who know about the future and want to help us"
"So you say"
"Come one Dylan, we can't have it both ways. Besides, why would a bunch of powerful aliens care about some dumb peace agreement unless it had a big impact in the future for the universe. It doesn't matter to them either way"
" I'm sorry, Harper, I'll need more proof, before I will change my decision"
"But I had freakin' visions of the future! What the hell more do you want?"
Dylan just glared at him.
"I just don't buy that this is a future if we broker the peace"
"Why just cause it's a rinky dink planet? I'm sure that at one time, Tarn Vedra was just some rinky dink planet." Harper commented."That does it, I can't help you with this Dylan, sorry. Not after what I've seen."
"Harper……."
"You can get Rommie to help you. She'll do it with bells on" Harper interrupted.
"I can, but that's not the point."
"What is the point?"
"I'm getting tired of your need to fulfill the wishes of these aliens, even over the needs of the mission." It was true, and it was irritating him more now as he was rather grouchy from tiredness. Also, he found it odd that Harper would want to try to fulfill the odd requests of these aliens.
"I don't do it for them, I do it for the universe" Harper said, trying to think of something.
Dylan just sighed.
"How in the hell does leaving this ship, to get some mysterious objects and neglecting your duties to work on some device that not even you know what it is help the universe? Huh?" Dylan was getting impatient.
"Come on Dylan, you're always telling us to trust you. Return the favor, would ya?"
"I trust you, Harper" Dylan said "to let some mysterious aliens influence you"
"Don't be like that, Dylan." Harper was getting defensive
"Look, I'm going to broker the peace and that is final"
"But Dylan…"
"This is not a debate"
Later, Harper was working on the device, when holo-Andromeda interrupted him.
"Harper, I need some repair in Deck 22"
"Fine, I'll be there soon"
As he was doing the needed repairs there, the nebula aliens visited him in the white room.
"We have something important to tell the Harper" it was the Beka prophet speaking.
"Don't tell me…one of you is my father.. or mother." Harper asked sarcastically as he tended to see lots of holo-soap operas as Trance mades him watch them with her. She had a knack for predicting the twists and turns of the plot.
"That is not what we want to tell the Harper."
"What is it then?"
"Look, I'm going to broker the peace and that is final"
"But Dylan…"
"This is not a debate"
Later, Harper was working on the device, when holo-Andromeda interrupted him.
"Harper, I need some repair in Deck 22"
"Fine, I'll be there soon"
As he was doing the needed repairs there, the nebula aliens visited him in the white room.
"We have something important to tell the Harper" it was the Beka prophet speaking.
"Don't tell me…one of you is my father.. or mother." Harper asked sarcastically as he tended to see lots of holo-soap operas since Trance made him watch them with her. She had a knack for predicting the twists and turns of the plot.
"That is not what we want to tell the Harper."
"What is it then?"
"The Harper must do his task"
"Tell me something you haven't already told me." Harper said annoyed "Is this your idea of non-corporeal humor?"
"We refer to the task of the device."
"and the peace talks"
"We are sure that the Harper will think of something."
"Why the urgency for the device?
"You are not ready to know"
"But….."
Suddenly, Harper got visions that gave him even more hints on how to work on the device. Unfortunatly, it meant tha the had to redo some of his work as it was based on guesswork and not visions.
"The fate of many depends on the device"
"Okay, Okay, I'll finish it A.S.A.P."
"So, Harper left his repair work to go work on it"
"Harper!" Holo Andromeda called, as she appeared at the machine shop. "What about my repairs"
"The lives of many depend on my finishing it"
"So does my being able to work properly!"
"The repairs can wait"
"Dylan isn't going to like this"
"Dylan can kiss my kludge ass"
She just disappeared, Harper kept on working and working, even missing his shift, when Dylan came in.
"Why haven't you been doing your work?"
"The lives of many depend on my finishing this device"
"and many lives depend on this ship being in good condition"
"That's what Andromeda said"
"What do you know? We think a lot alike. Either you get some work done or I'll have to destroy it"
"What!?!" Harper exclaimed "You're bluffing"
"Watch me"
"Bite me. I'll make another one"
"Harper, when was the last time you ate?"
"Uh……"
"13 hours, 33 minutes…"
"Fine. I get the picture, Andromeda"
That's a long time. It's probably been longer since you last slept, am I right?"
"Yeah" Harper said as he coughed.
After some more talking, Harper agreed to compromise and at least some of his duties. However, the obsession had caused him to overwork as he balanced duties and then the device. In the next few weeks, it started to talk his toll.
One day, Harper was working in the machine shop, late at night, when he fainted.
"Dylan!" Holo-Andromeda exclaimed as she appeared to him in his office "Harper has fainted, I got my bots to take him to med bay."
Soon, he, Beka, Rommie, were all there, as Trance was scanning him.
"How is he?" Beka asked
"Suffering from exhaustion and minor pneumonia, which he developed over the last two weeks"
"Will he be fine?"
"I just gave him medicine and some nanobots"
"Trance?" Harper was walking up as he felt rather weak. "What happened?"
"You fainted from exhaustion, and you have pneumonia"
"That sucks"
"You taking the two weeks off. No work whatsoever!" Dylan ordered.
"What? I can't I…"
"This is not a debate."
TBC
"The Harper is not making an effort" the Tyr prophet said.
"The Harper is not in any position to do squat" Harper replied. "Even after the fact that I told him about my visions and how you guys helped me find the artifact, he still feels that you guys can't be the last word when it comes to diplomacy or how he does things on his ship."
"The Harper must find a way"
"I know! Maybe I can use my handy-dandy mind control device" Harper said sarcastically.
"Corporeal humor will not get the Harper anywhere" now it was the Trance prophet talking.
"Look, I did what I could, don't you guys have some sort of powers? If you could talk to me all the way from a nebula by appearing as people I know, then I'm sure you guys could do something"
"The Harper is the key to preventing the alliance, if it is to be prevented" Trance/prophet remarked.
"No pressure" he replied dryly.
"The Harper must have faith, and think outside the box" They Dylan prophet advised.
"I know! Maybe I can, in the middle of the ceremony rip up the peace agreement?" He said, continuing his sarcasm, and remembering what happened last time. "Not!"
"That is not the way. The Harper needs to find a better solution." The Beka prophet said.
"What?"
"The Harper must figure it out."
"Come on, you guys. Gimme some help here!" Harper was getting annoyed at them again.
However, instead of giving him an answer, Harper found himself back at Dylan's office, with the captain glaring at him.
"Mr. Harper?"
"The nebula aliens appeared to me"
This caused Dylan to sigh, but he felt that he should be kept abreast of Harper's visions.
"What did they want?"
"They want me to stop the alliance all by myself"
"But your not going to do that are you?" Dylan asked with a raise eyebrow.
"I couldn't do anything if I wanted to, and I'm not sure I wanna."
"That's good to hear."
"Why am I helping you if we both know that I suck at this mediation stuff, and you were just bluffing"
"Because you gave me your word. What makes you think that I was bluffing?"
"The nebula aliens told me"
"I see. Well, let's get back to work."
"Let's have some dinner first." Harper said "It's kinda late."
HoloAndromeda appeared.
"What would you two like me to bring you?"
"Sparkly cola and Noasnian sandwich." They had recently gotten supplies at a local drift.
"That doesn't sound very healthy, Mr. Harper" Noasnian sandwiches had lots of sugar, and were made from a cold meat that had more fat than meat, as well as lots of grease from being fried, not baked.
"So?"
"Andromeda, get me lean meat with vegetables."
"Yummy!" Harper said sarcastically.
"and get some vegetables for Harper"
"No freaking way!"
"I need my crew to eat healthy" Dylan said. He was worried that Harper looked a bit thinner than before.
"Fine"
A while later, the bots brought the food and they did more work on the mediation process.
The next night, Harper got another visit to his second home.
"The Harper lacks faith" The Dylan prophet remarked.
"and we can understand" continued the Tyr prophet.
"Look into this basin of water" it was the Trance prophet talking this time, referring to a metal basin that she/it held.
"Uh.. okay" Harper replied tentatively.
In the basin, Harper saw a planet of power, whose conquering exploits made the ones by the Vedrans pale in comparison. He saw a brutal empire that enslaved, exploited, tortured, and killed millions upon millions of people over many systems. There was no freedom, to the point where a favorite government slogan was "Freedom is slavery". Harper now realized why there could not be peace between these peoples within the planet. When the vision was over, he could not speak, he was so aghast, and needed time to process it all. Soon, he was back where he was. He was now aware that drastic action had to be taken.
The next afternoon he went to go talk to Tyr at his quarters.
"Tyr, I need your help" He said, after he engaged privacy mode.
"What is it, boy?" Tyr seemed a bit annoyed at Harper's sudden need to talk.
"I know that you used to be a mercenary who used to do stuff, like kill people. I was wondering if you could, do it once more, and then make sure a certain someone else gets the blame?"
"Why would I want to jeopardize my position on this ship for you?"
"Because the fate of the universe depends on it"
"Oh please" Tyr said "Are you still listening to those…..beings who live in the nebula"
"But last night, I got a vision of the future Tyr, it was horrible. In the vision, I saw an empire, even more powerful than the Vedran one, conquer, and brutally rule a good portion of the galaxy. Millions, upon millions, tortured, killed, in a regime that makes the Nietzschean regime on Earth look benign. I swear, Tyr, that'll be the future if something is not done."
"So you are telling me that if the two races on this planet make peace, they will form a brutal empire?"
"Yep"
"IF I were to help you in your little scheme, what would you want me to do?" Tyr was doubtful, but he was curious, and secretly worried, as Harper looked tired.
"Kill one of the big shots in one of the delegations and then make is so the other side gets blamed. That way, they'll fight like cats and dogs, and then no alliance."
Tyr looked at Harper in surprise.
"You're asking me to kill someone over some ridiculous vision perpetuated by beings whose intentions we can't be sure of"
"Come on Tyr, these, beings as you call them, just want to help, and furthermore, you've kill quite a few people I'm sure. What's one more? All you gotta do is this You kill some big shot, misplant some evidence, and you can go back to sipping champagne. What's the big deal?" Despite the bravado, Harper was having qualms about having to be partly responsible for someone's death.
Tyr just looked at him.
"Besides" Harper continued "The fate of the universe depends on this. You gotta trust me. Come on Tyr, you know how paranoid I am. If I can trust them, then that must mean something."
"I'm sure, but lately, I have been having doubts regarding your state of mind."
"Wha..?"
"Well, your going off to find some rather worthless objects shows some… oddness, not to mention your little act during the signing of that planet, where you ripped the charter in half and yelled a bunch of nonsense."
"Hey, those objects are not worthless! Besides, didn't you make a scene, when Castalia wanted to join the Commonwealth?"
"But it was for a good reason. The government had slaughtered Nietzscheans, while you made your scene over some vision made by beings who want to shape the universe to their will"
"No they don't" Harper exclaimed. "They want to prevent unnecessary suffering. Come on Tyr, do you really give a damn either way? No! Besides, I thought that you were a good mercenary killer"
"I don't have to prove myself to you boy"
"In other words, you're not gonna help me?" Harper was disappointed/
"That is correct" Tyr replied "Ask your ..'friends' to help you"
"Aw man." Harper remark. "You're not gonna tell Dylan right.. about what I asked you?"
"There are more imminent dangers in the universe."
"Oookaaay"
Two days passed and Harper found that the peace talks had to be postponed, and this gladdened him as he had more time to think about his options. Also, he was thinking a lot about what he saw. Again, he went to talk to Dylan.
"Dylan, I got a clearer vision of what's to come if those two races ally themselves"
"What was that vision?" He said with a sigh.
"Well,if those guys become all kissy/huggy, then that planet will start conquering other planets, and become this evil empire, that will make millions, hell, billions suffer and die."
"And you're sure that it's the future?"
"It is if we broker the peace."
"How do we know that it is?"
"I just know"
"Isn't it possible to do both?"
"Huh?"
"What we could do, just in case your visions are true, is to be extra watchful, and make sure it does not come to that"
"But what if the whole evil empire thing happens after we all die?" Harper asked " Cause I wasn't told when it would happen."
"We could tell certain people, about our concerns just before we die"
"What if people, for some reason or other won't do anything about it?"
"We'll just have to take it on faith"
"Come on Dylan, you know that no one gonna do anything about the Empire until it's too late. You're just saying that to humor me" Harper was getting mad "See, no one takes me seriously. "
" Harper, I can't let a bunch of mysterious aliens dictate my decisions." Dylan was worried that maybe the aliens might have brainwashed Harper.
"Dylan! They're not just mysterious aliens, okay? They are non corporeal beings, who know about the future and want to help us"
"So you say"
"Come one Dylan, we can't have it both ways. Besides, why would a bunch of powerful aliens care about some dumb peace agreement unless it had a big impact in the future for the universe. It doesn't matter to them either way"
" I'm sorry, Harper, I'll need more proof, before I will change my decision"
"But I had freakin' visions of the future! What the hell more do you want?"
Dylan just glared at him.
"I just don't buy that this is a future if we broker the peace"
"Why just cause it's a rinky dink planet? I'm sure that at one time, Tarn Vedra was just some rinky dink planet." Harper commented."That does it, I can't help you with this Dylan, sorry. Not after what I've seen."
"Harper……."
"You can get Rommie to help you. She'll do it with bells on" Harper interrupted.
"I can, but that's not the point."
"What is the point?"
"I'm getting tired of your need to fulfill the wishes of these aliens, even over the needs of the mission." It was true, and it was irritating him more now as he was rather grouchy from tiredness. Also, he found it odd that Harper would want to try to fulfill the odd requests of these aliens.
"I don't do it for them, I do it for the universe" Harper said, trying to think of something.
Dylan just sighed.
"How in the hell does leaving this ship, to get some mysterious objects and neglecting your duties to work on some device that not even you know what it is help the universe? Huh?" Dylan was getting impatient.
"Come on Dylan, you're always telling us to trust you. Return the favor, would ya?"
"I trust you, Harper" Dylan said "to let some mysterious aliens influence you"
"Don't be like that, Dylan." Harper was getting defensive
"Look, I'm going to broker the peace and that is final"
"But Dylan…"
"This is not a debate"
Later, Harper was working on the device, when holo-Andromeda interrupted him.
"Harper, I need some repair in Deck 22"
"Fine, I'll be there soon"
As he was doing the needed repairs there, the nebula aliens visited him in the white room.
"We have something important to tell the Harper" it was the Beka prophet speaking.
"Don't tell me…one of you is my father.. or mother." Harper asked sarcastically as he tended to see lots of holo-soap operas as Trance mades him watch them with her. She had a knack for predicting the twists and turns of the plot.
"That is not what we want to tell the Harper."
"What is it then?"
"Look, I'm going to broker the peace and that is final"
"But Dylan…"
"This is not a debate"
Later, Harper was working on the device, when holo-Andromeda interrupted him.
"Harper, I need some repair in Deck 22"
"Fine, I'll be there soon"
As he was doing the needed repairs there, the nebula aliens visited him in the white room.
"We have something important to tell the Harper" it was the Beka prophet speaking.
"Don't tell me…one of you is my father.. or mother." Harper asked sarcastically as he tended to see lots of holo-soap operas since Trance made him watch them with her. She had a knack for predicting the twists and turns of the plot.
"That is not what we want to tell the Harper."
"What is it then?"
"The Harper must do his task"
"Tell me something you haven't already told me." Harper said annoyed "Is this your idea of non-corporeal humor?"
"We refer to the task of the device."
"and the peace talks"
"We are sure that the Harper will think of something."
"Why the urgency for the device?
"You are not ready to know"
"But….."
Suddenly, Harper got visions that gave him even more hints on how to work on the device. Unfortunatly, it meant tha the had to redo some of his work as it was based on guesswork and not visions.
"The fate of many depends on the device"
"Okay, Okay, I'll finish it A.S.A.P."
"So, Harper left his repair work to go work on it"
"Harper!" Holo Andromeda called, as she appeared at the machine shop. "What about my repairs"
"The lives of many depend on my finishing it"
"So does my being able to work properly!"
"The repairs can wait"
"Dylan isn't going to like this"
"Dylan can kiss my kludge ass"
She just disappeared, Harper kept on working and working, even missing his shift, when Dylan came in.
"Why haven't you been doing your work?"
"The lives of many depend on my finishing this device"
"and many lives depend on this ship being in good condition"
"That's what Andromeda said"
"What do you know? We think a lot alike. Either you get some work done or I'll have to destroy it"
"What!?!" Harper exclaimed "You're bluffing"
"Watch me"
"Bite me. I'll make another one"
"Harper, when was the last time you ate?"
"Uh……"
"13 hours, 33 minutes…"
"Fine. I get the picture, Andromeda"
That's a long time. It's probably been longer since you last slept, am I right?"
"Yeah" Harper said as he coughed.
After some more talking, Harper agreed to compromise and at least some of his duties. However, the obsession had caused him to overwork as he balanced duties and then the device. In the next few weeks, it started to talk his toll.
One day, Harper was working in the machine shop, late at night, when he fainted.
"Dylan!" Holo-Andromeda exclaimed as she appeared to him in his office "Harper has fainted, I got my bots to take him to med bay."
Soon, he, Beka, Rommie, were all there, as Trance was scanning him.
"How is he?" Beka asked
"Suffering from exhaustion and minor pneumonia, which he developed over the last two weeks"
"Will he be fine?"
"I just gave him medicine and some nanobots"
"Trance?" Harper was walking up as he felt rather weak. "What happened?"
"You fainted from exhaustion, and you have pneumonia"
"That sucks"
"You taking the two weeks off. No work whatsoever!" Dylan ordered.
"What? I can't I…"
"This is not a debate."
TBC