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Update on Carrie.

Carrie's in a coma.  Who knows how long it will take for her to wake up.  The medics won't say one way or the other, even to her family.  (Yes, I met them.  They thanked me for saving her life.  I don't want them to thank me, not yet.  After all, she isn't alive again yet.  Not really.)

I'm going to see my old friend Mick the Hungry Ghost this afternoon.  He's an interesting character, is Mick.  He served in the Amazon War.

Q: did Graham meet Mick during the Amazon War?
A: Yes.

It's where I met him.  We were both drafted into the same unit and, after our first offensive, we did our level best to avoid as much action as possible.

He's heavily into computers these days - he works for one of the Megacorps.  He'll be able to tell me what I should do with the Drive.

Competition roll: Graham's skill as a liar:  Graham: 5  The Medics: 6  
Graham's good, but the medical staff know a liar when they see one.  They know something's up with the Drive.  But they aren't letting on.

Hopefully, Carrie will wake up soon and, when I go back to visit her tomorrow, I'll be able to give her some news.




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