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The Shipment As I sat in my office, chewing a piece of gum that tasted like minty toothpaste, the ship’s doctor came in. “I thought I told you to knock,” I grumbled. I hate being interrupted while thinking. “You did, but it seemed important.” She hurriedly replied. As I caught glimpse of the fire in her eyes, shimmering as brightly as her blond hair, I knew it wasn’t good. “Jenkins is infected with something.” There was some worry in her voice. “She should be fine once we reach New Britain,” I said with as much confidence as I could. I told her we were a short distance away from our