The Andromeda Campaign

[Werner]

You have a prickly feeling in your body as sensation returns to your numb body. A blonde haired human female nurse removes the feeding tubes from your body and applies bandages to wounds left behind on your skin. A suitcase with your clothes and personal items sits on the floor next to your bed.

You are wearing a hospital gown. The nurse intoned matter of factly, "Congratulations, you survived your low passage from the Solomani Rim! Things a different here! Welcome to your new life! Welcome to Gaia, subsector eleven of the Andromeda sector. You are in New New York General Hospital, the Capitol city of Gaia with a burgeoning population of over one hundred and fifty-two thousand people. The government of Gaia has opened a bank account in your name and has deposited fifty thousand credits to get you started. Checkout time is a 6 pm this evening. A hotel room has been reserved in your name. Room and board has been paid up to the end of this week, which is by the way on Saturday, check out time is at 12 noon on that day unless you choose to extend your stay at your own expense.

Your personal property is stored in warehouse 15 at the Starport in this city the information regarding which locker your personal effects are kept along with access card will be provided to you at the information desk at the ground floor lobby once your identity has been verified by retinal scan.

Lunch will be served in one hour. For your information it is now twelve fifteen P.M. Gaian standard time, on Tuesday, April first, in the year 26 of the Gaian calendar, a dating system which is pretty standard across the Andromeda sector, it is by the way day four of the seventh month of the year 1130 on the Imperial calendar. You are lucky to be hear as the latest news indicates that a terrible civil war is going on back there." The nurse then walks up to the window of the recovery room and pulls back the curtain, sunlight beams through the window, the harsh white sunlight revealing trees down the embankment all the way to the shores of a wide river a couple kilometers wide. A quarter moon rises above the distant rounded mountain tops above the far shore of that river. A few sailboats ply the waves off in the distance a dozen grav vehicles dot the blue sky heading in various different directions there are a few park benches and picnic tables below by the shore as various people enjoy the pleasant spring day.