From: SHANDRA             
To: ALL                 
Subject: Meanwhile...   
Date & Time: 04/08/91 17:34:53
Message Number 14767

    The tailless morph doesn't seem to react to the shot in the ass.
Strange; most people tend to take notice of that sort of thing. His
eyes are glazed, pupils dialated; he seems unsteady on his feet. Hmm.
I put the autoinjector away and look more closely at the little morph.
Yes, sure enough, there is a knot on his head, partially concealed by
what's left of his fur.
 
   Crossing the bar, I walk over to Tampa's table. "I hate to disturb
you, Ma'am," I say, "but our friend over there appears to have a
concussion. I don't think he's even aware of where he is or when he
is. We don't have the facilities to treat him; I'm wondering if it might
not be a good idea to warm up the hover and take him to the hospital.
He's in pretty bad shape. There's something about his condition that's
kind of familiar, too, like maybe he was attacked by one of those
right-wing anti-morph religious groups. They sometimes took souvineers
from their targets. Possibly the Sword and Arm of God loonies; I don't
know. I haven't heard of that kind of activity in the Chains before;
I'd like to check some things out if I may."