POV: Andromeda's main AI. Third person.
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Chapter 3
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The body was loosing too much blood.
Chance of survival 26 percent.
While her drones were moving it to Med Bay it did not seem as if the body would make it. She would not tell the Medic or the Captain that survival did not seem likely as a courtesy. She knew this particular organic held special meaning to them. And if she looked into her processors she would allow herself to think that it meant something to her as well. After all, this organic had piloted her out of several precarious situations. Any other body lying on the gurney, and she would have been less careful with it.
Though these precautions may seem to not exist to the untrained eye. Four bots carried the gurney. All set at the same pace. They walked as fast as they could go without causing the gurney holding the organic to bump. That would be anti-productive.
She ordered her processors to send a fifth drone down at top speed from medical to intercept the route of the gurney. This fifth drone helped the Medic with certain procedures and would be able to administer extra nano-bots to the body of the patient.
Could an organic who hurt itself be called a victim? She would have to check her processors later.
The fifth drone intercepted the gurney and a syringe injected more nanos into the failing system.
Chance of survival 31 percent.
A metal clamp came down to hold upon the wound. It pressed down tightly. She registered this and with something the organics aboard her call annoyance she send a message to the drone to be gentle or she would destroy it.
Was that irritation she felt? She would have to run diagnostics earlier. Critical condition of an organic was nothing to fret over.
They come and go. She remains. One human life means nothing.
The gurney entered medical and the bots placed it atop a table as Trance turned to the body and began hooking cords to it. A steady stream of red liquid entered the body.
She registered, by going into the medical machines, that the patient was improving slightly.
Chance of survival 38 percent.
Trance moved about the body working as fast she could move. Drones and a young organic, new, moved about with her.
Outside of medical the rest of the senior crew waited. She noticed with slight anger that one of them seemed to be taking out anger by punching her wall.
Trance must be adept in what she does as survival jumped to 49 percent.
She would have to get a new pilot of this one did not survive. That would be a problem. Not many life forms of this time were properly skilled. And the ones that were she wasn't sure if she wanted aboard her.
Chance of survival down to 43 percent.
The body appeared to still be loosing too much blood.
The Captain may need to be sedated. He is overly upset. My AI is not pleased with me. Perhaps she wishes for me to be as emotional as her. She can not think properly at the moment. I have closed her from some of my functions. I will not allow her to make a critical mistake in her grief.
Chance of survival 46 percent.
The heartbeat is still moving too slow. The rhythm is not rapid enough to pump the blood. A machine is now doing that for it.
Chance of survival 49 percent.
The wound is closed.
Chance of survival 53 percent.
Trance is using IV's to pump nutrients into the system to keep it healthy so it can fight off any germs that may have entered the body. The tube pushing blood into it's veins is taken out. As much blood as could be replenished has already entered.
Chance of survival 57 percent.
She'll have to get her crew counseling. Even though the pilot seems to be making it she may die anyway. And humans have a need to discuss traumatic incidents. If the pilot lives she will need counseling as well. The Captain will have to order her off duty. She'll need a replacement.
Chance of survival 57.6 percent.
The organic is not improving anymore. She may still this way for a while. Harper is manually opening doors to Med Bay.
She will process the situation later.
The Captain is asking questions.
He needs sole focus.
