Thursday December 18, 2003
Book 4: The Blackness Between — Part IV: A Little First Contact
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Kak: We bring one of your comrades, injured.
Voyt: Maimed, I'd say. Thanks.
Schlock: The corpsman said to tell you she was odoring on the stimmies. Whatever that means.
Voyt: Heh. O.D. It means she took to many fancy soldier-drugs at once.
Schlock: And that will make her smell bad?
Voyt: Um, yeah. Untreated, I guess it could make her smell dead.