Free Rebel Lexis by Paul Alan Page B

for this to be the case, similar antibiotics are needed to keep synthetic tissues from rotting away when damaged.
    After heavily wiping a topical antibiotic on to the cauterized fleshy wound, she fingered her one hand into a sterile surgical glove, and careful not to contaminate, she then peeled open a sterile packet containing a roll of antibiotic laced surgical gauze. Designed not to stick to living tissue, she then packed the moist material into her Nano-Carbon poly-blend humeral shoulder socket. She then covered the entire wound using a large pad with encompassing self-adhesive edges; then padded it with a hand towel.
    She tied a knot near the shoulder of a shimmering blue one-piece synthetic bio-wear, and cut the excess way before squeezing her naked body into the skintight outfit. Revealing her shapes and curves, light glistened off her body as she moved through the forward cabin.
    Jason slept soundly when she gently wriggled him from the pilot’s seat and quietly carried him to his quarters. After placing him into his low gravitational remediation sleep chamber, she turned it on high so he would float with ease. Not wanting to waste time cleaning him up, she slid his blood stained body directly into a Medical Healing Bag. The self-contained, multi-layer healing-unit, worked optimally in a low gravity environment, and Jason’s wounds would heal within hours, instead of days or weeks.
    Located in the Integrated Equipment Room, Sofia returned to her Command Pod where she could recharge and optimally heal herself too. Inside her pod, the open wound would regenerate synthetic skin in a matter of hours, covering the synthetic muscles, and fleshy tissue. However, the shoulder socket would remain exposed until she returned to SYNTECH for a new arm.
    Sofia shut down all her non-vital functions to take full advantage of her Command Pod’s healing power. However, during this time she could still monitor the Chameleon’s navigation system, in case there was a need to deviate from current course.  The trip would take about sixteen hours to reach the Middle American Pacific Polaris Pipe Portico.
     
     
     

C OCOON
     
    Ten hours later, Jason emerged from his cocoon. He was a little sore but his head wound had healed and his shoulders had zero pain. Albeit, the Medical Healing Bag left him feeling like he was covered in a greasy substance. The substantial layer of slime covering him jogged his memories of when he was wounded during the Battle of Titan. He only just escaped with his life when an explosion knocked him unconscious and tore a deep wound into his back. Just as now, the Medical Healing Bag did a prodigious job healing his wounds. He thought, “Maybe it worked too good back then because I was back in the mix; fighting in less than twenty hours.”
                  Jason entered the shower to wash away the slime, and as the water sprayed down his chest, he could not stop thinking about how Sofia had showed up naked to his rescue. Just thinking about her hard body, turned him on. While lathering soap across his abdominal area, he felt his erection tighten. He contemplated masturbating but he knew Sofia was monitoring his every move. Again, he felt he did not want to have to explain himself.
                  After dressing, Jason relaxed in his pilot’s chair enjoying the silent peacefulness of the moment; and as the Chameleon quietly hummed across the wasteland, Jason scanned the data projected on the heads-up display, and thought, “Weather looks nice, no sandstorms, and all systems are go…at this rate of speed, we should be in the Pipe in less than five hours.”
     
    “Jason.”
    “Hello, Sofia.”
    “How are you feeling tonight?” Sofia motherly asked from her Command pod.
    “Very good, and thank you for asking… Sofia…”
    “Yes, Jason.”
    “I would like you to come sit up here with me from now on,” Jason sincerely asked.
    “Really?”
    “Really,” Jason replied
    “I do