And there is a fairly potent computer set up on the gray-steel desktop. Things are continuing to go in their unexpected way.

I lay out my satchel and examine my surroundings. The cubicle is laid out better than I had thought. I do notice that there are several cabinents with wires and refrigerant lines. They are filled with water-paks, food paks, and med-aid paks.

She shuts the door, and latches it.

"We'll let you know," Monica practically pushes me into the cubicle, "Don't burn yourself on the laser-welds."

"How will I know when I am needed?" I ask.

"They don't,"Monica answers, "but we put one in special just for you."

"Since when do shuttles come with rear-cubicles?" I ask.

Monica shows me to my work-station. It turns out to be a small cubicle in the rear of the shuttle.

We board the shuttle that will take us to the surface. Dr Salik and the med-Team are on board. I climb on. A fellow by the name of Greenbeam introduces himself. He will be our pilot today.

Monica has provided me with a work-tunic to spare my Registry Vest.