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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">(USS Iluminar - Deck 5 - Holodeck 1 - SO - Lt. Cal Dogan - 1330)</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">It seemed odd that anyone would think that a Bidarian would feel boredom.
But by nature they were not a sedentary people. In fact, in times of inactivity, most Brikar get fidgety and anxious. Cal was not different. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">Cal had been provided with a chair that had
been reinforced to hold his mass. He had been sitting on it for a few hours now, andhis foot started moving on its own volition, tapping on the deck plating. Of course, with his mass, a tap was more of a loud banging. Several eyes turned to him in a silent
request for him to stop.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">With a groan, he stood up. His joints ached
and his skin crawled. He looked down at his bare arms and noted another piece of skin that had started to peal off him. He brushed at the loose flesh and watched at the now delicate flaked fell to the floor. He poked at the now tender spot on his arm, feeling
the sensitive area with his fingers. It was intriguing, as well as frightening. Another sensation he was not used to. He felt… vulnerable.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">He began his usual tour of the room, marching
up and down the around his bed, as if he were a sentry on patrol. He nodded at the other patients he could see. Some were just fine, with no noticable symptoms. Others were in various states of illness, from unconsciousness to writhing in pain and nausea. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">Standing at the foot of his bed, Dogan put
his hand on the surface of the clear panel separating him from the others. Suddenly he began to cough. By instinct he brought his hand to his mouth as his body racked. When he pulled his hand away he noticed that it was coated in a liquid. On closer inspection
there was something floating around in the liquid. Was that tissue from his lungs?</span></p>
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He found his way back to his seat thinking that this was </span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">not</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0"> the
way he envisioned his own death.</span></p>
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