Gerald finished his mechanical checks and headed up towards the CNS’s office for his psych evaluation. Approaching the door he paused and took a deep breath, knowing that he will probably get into plenty of of his past from the PTSD to the coping with his physical / cybernetic makeup. After letting out his breath he rang the bell. : : – Gerald Hopkins, CO “Hold on just a second, I’m in the middle of something,” called a male voice from the other side of the door. Five seconds later there was a faint ting of a hard object hitting something metal, followed by a mechanical voice, which said, “Great putt, Wally!” “Okay, you can come in. Just make sure you ask the door’s permission before you open it,” the man’s voice then oddly said. Lt. Wally Jeznick, CNS

Gerald raised his one remaining eyebrow and was wondering what on earth the CNS was up to before he said, “Ok..... Can I enter the room door?” Gerald felt silly, but perhaps this was the CNS’s way to measure something about the staff he was to evaluate and so Gerald figured he’d play along.

– Gerald Hopkins, CO