Melting Clock: Quarantine

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After Sam Henderson's announcement, the Contagion Containment and Treatment lab was going to get busy. Anyone suspected of being affected by the mysterious affliction would be brought here, and put into one of the large bubbles that would keep any potential contagious diseases in - and the patients themselves. Once in inside, they wouldn't be able to get out again until the Medical staff had cleared them.

And before they could do that, they needed to find out what was causing this - and why.

They had a lot of hard work ahead of them.

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Sam had never been so busy since taking this position. Obviously, physicals had been taking a back seat to finding out what has been happening. It'd been a week since he'd slept, and about the same since he'd fed. But he was pushing himself, perhaps a bit longer than he ought to.

They'd gotten a pile of data, and it was time for his appointee to do what she'd been brought on to do. His ponytail was a bit loose and unkempt, his necktie as well. His top two buttons on his shirt were undone, and it was also untucked. He looked a like he'd been working without rest for quite some time, and it could be seen in his eyes.

"Make my week, Anwei, tell me you've got something for me," he said breathlessly as he stopped at her elbow. His hands rose to his ponytail to inspect its condition with his hands. Since he knew it was a mess, he pulled the elastic tie out, and started to fix it.

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Anwei was looking rather frazzled herself: her blonde hair, never tidy, was currently ruffled like grass in the wind. The skin around her eyes was pulled a little too tight, and there were crumbs on the collar of her jacket from Sasami's excellent cookies.

"Right." Anwei blanked the screen to her left and pulled up her summary; the one on her right kept steadily scrolling through the transcribed notes, looking for matches.

"All patients so far are showing memory loss and physical regression. Either the regressions don't have a fixed start point, or they are progressing at different rates. We need to keep a special eye on Conner Kent, he's cultured according to his interviews, forced growth in vitro, so I don't know how far back he can revert before he - goes away. But their memories of their time on Stacy are remaining constant.

"I believe we can scratch an organic cause off the list for now - no signs of any virii or other contaminants in the patients. Also apparently Overlord Zetta is involved, and I can't picture a virus that could infect a book and a humanoid as well. Not all of the affected sold memories, so that's not it. And they don't seem to have a lot in common, so we're not thinking they were deliberately targeted.

"Right now we're looking for either something they were all exposed to on XaXing, or a distant second choice, something that was purchased and brought back. I've got a note in to Billy about a possible hardware trace of people's motions, and we're concentrating in the interviews on information about someone on XaXing who had contact with all of them - a shopkeeper, someone giving out samples. Or someone selling an exotic weapon. Something."

She stretched, hands behind her head, tendons standing out taut in her too-thick neck for an instant. "It's all we have so far, Doctor. Too many variables to filter it any tighter."