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Posted April 13, 2022, 12:59 p.m. by Ensign Mike Jones (Medical Officer) (Bob Spicer)

Mike alternatively loved and hated times like these being a doctor. Whether it was in a starship or a practice on Earth it all seemed to be the same. ‘Feast or Famine.’ as his mother used to say . Always the same . Either there were too many people at a time or none at all which left you precisely where he was right now.

He was in the lab with a coffee cup full of a dark earthy smelling brew with a hint of mint. He took a sip of the brew and wrote some notes in the notebook which lay beside him. He was putting together a volume of cures called simply Antiqua Remedia. He smiled at the bite of the liquid despite the mint. He looked over at the jar which held the chopped up dark twisted version of the root that the tea was made from . It was his opinion which he hoped to introduce that old non-technological cures should not be allowed to disappear. And he hoped to research the cures of other races. But for now he sipped at his Dandelion tea. And began some cleanup in his lab area.

Ensign Mike Jones Med.


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