The human is badly wounded, in an ICU drawer, half-conscious, but at peace. They had fought hard, protecting the innocent, and in their heart and mind, what they had suffered, and was recovering from, had been worth it. No lives had been lost. -- Anon Guest
The really great thing about Alliance Medicine was that they had absolutely kicker drugs. Human Wat was effectively floating on a pink cloud of nice, and she was feeling no pain at all. This also meant that she couldn't move, lest she hurt herself even further.
Currently, she was also narrating the slow-floating friendly blobs on her over-face interface screen.
"Orange has left Blue, seemingly forever, to explore the intricacies of Emland[1]." At least, that's what she thought she was saying. It would take a studious and attentive listener to realise that there were words in there. "Is Blue feeling blue? No! Blue is a serial monogomist and immediately hooks up with Red. The hussy."
A face appeared on the screen. One of the little birdies she had saved some nebulous time prior.
"Hello, little birdie," Wat cooed. "I like your silly little hat[2]." She wanted to wave, but found herself unable. "Sorry I'm rude, I got some of the good stuff."
"How are you alive?" said the birdie. "The Mediks gave you a five percent chance of pulling through!"
"Don't tell me the odds. I defy the odds! I live for a sigh, I die for a kiss, I lust for a laugh, haha!" Wat fell to giggling. "Zero fatalities. I win!"
"You nearly lost your life," said the exasperated birdie. "When you humans bet everything, you bet everything."
"Also?" said Wat. "We cheat."
How, where, what, and why Wat cheated, would only come out when she was capable of rational communication.
[1] The M in the friendly letters of Remain Calm
[2] All hail Steam Powered Giraffe, the best robot band in the world.
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