Trust me, I'm a doctor.

The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably the next gas station.



I hold an unlicensed PhD in Applied Improvisational Triage and Explosive Medicine.
Specializing in battlefield lobotomies, drunk capsule extractions, and prescribing drones as emotional support pets.

Medical ship was repo'd. My license is expired. My only certifiation is "yo, he kinda fixed that guy."

Side hustle: ghost-surgeon for Guristas.
Main hustle: losing Herons in C3s.

Ether hits different in hard vacuum.