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Chapter 8In his medical cot, theunconscious manlooked human, with the exception of skin the color of bronze. Hehada skintight uniform that was also bronze. The green lines on themedical screen showed he was in good shape. Temperature, bloodpressure, heart rate, etc, were fine. Brain activity, even thoughhewas unconscious, was surprisingly strong. He had suffered a minorconcussion and lacerations appeared on his forehead and cheek, withblood leaking onto his face. The laceration cleared up quickly. Isuspected he had medical nanos or something very much likethat. Dr. Conroy Manning was standing next tothe bed looking up at the green numbers and lines. “I have no medical experience, butI’m guessing the numbers indicate he will be fine,” I said. “He should be. He suffered some typeof trauma