State of Denali
Jul. 11th, 2011 12:22 am"They're an almost perfect match." Doctor Truong held up Denali's brainwave scan up alongside the xenomorph's. The peaks and valleys were noted with a felt-tip pen. The patterns did look very similar.
Doctor Truong smiled. "Congratulations, Ms. Kray," he said. "Your daughter's been accepted as a correspondence candidate. I know she's going to love this experience."
Simone Kray looked through the window at her daughter, still lying on the gurney and chatting with the imaging technicians. Denali was so small and her body was so crooked, but she gabbed away so brightly. Simone couldn't hear what they were saying, but the technicians were chuckling. She suddenly felt very much afraid for her daughter. Her life was so difficult already.
"Will it hurt?" she asked. "This… this…"
"Somnostat," supplied Doctor Truong. "No, installing it is an entirely non-surgical procedure. It just snaps into place around her neck. And none of the correspondence candidates have ever complained of any type of pain resulting from the device." He sensed Simone's anxiety and put a hand on her shoulder.
"This is going to be a grand adventure," he said. "Denali will be one of only one hundred and forty nine people ever to do this. And I think I know your daughter well enough to feel certain that she's going to be wonderful at it."
"I know," said Simone softly. She thought of the years of corrective operations that had been performed – heart repair, liver resection, two procedures to support her one functional lung so she could breathe. It was all nothing compared to the tumor removal scheduled in a month. She wasn't supposed to think of the odds of Denali's survival, but she did anyway.
"Just think, Simone," said Doctor Truong. "Tonight when Denali dreams, she'll be sharing her dream with a being from another planet."
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Doctor Truong smiled. "Congratulations, Ms. Kray," he said. "Your daughter's been accepted as a correspondence candidate. I know she's going to love this experience."
Simone Kray looked through the window at her daughter, still lying on the gurney and chatting with the imaging technicians. Denali was so small and her body was so crooked, but she gabbed away so brightly. Simone couldn't hear what they were saying, but the technicians were chuckling. She suddenly felt very much afraid for her daughter. Her life was so difficult already.
"Will it hurt?" she asked. "This… this…"
"Somnostat," supplied Doctor Truong. "No, installing it is an entirely non-surgical procedure. It just snaps into place around her neck. And none of the correspondence candidates have ever complained of any type of pain resulting from the device." He sensed Simone's anxiety and put a hand on her shoulder.
"This is going to be a grand adventure," he said. "Denali will be one of only one hundred and forty nine people ever to do this. And I think I know your daughter well enough to feel certain that she's going to be wonderful at it."
"I know," said Simone softly. She thought of the years of corrective operations that had been performed – heart repair, liver resection, two procedures to support her one functional lung so she could breathe. It was all nothing compared to the tumor removal scheduled in a month. She wasn't supposed to think of the odds of Denali's survival, but she did anyway.
"Just think, Simone," said Doctor Truong. "Tonight when Denali dreams, she'll be sharing her dream with a being from another planet."
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