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You find what you were looking for the last time. At least that's what happened to me today. I just leave the mooring point from Malta today and I spend some time chatting to an official curious about my little present. Considering the company they kept I was pretty sure that my condition was not going to be anything of a major shock to them. Ach, no I've started doing it too, lots of use of the plural by that officer when we were talking and I'm talking like there was more than one official there. Curious that, little turns of phrase say a lot.

What's more important is this officer seemed very knowledgeable on certain bits and bobs that made me more than certain that my trust was not misplaced. After going over the essentials I even got an offer to do a more detailed scan on my scar! Although I think I should send a bit of data on my self help regime out first as, sounds better for some reason, 'they' seemed rather interested in learning what I was doing to treat it and how effective it was. If they seem happy with the data and if I can ever get this portable tissue scanner to work I'll be a few steps closer to finding out exactly when I got scratched.

I think I lost them when I talked about that. I was all excited like a kid with access to too much sugar but, if needs be, I'll explain again. Clearly this time. Its not hard though. I need to find this place where I got to by hiding on the transport as my 'friends' obviously objected to the events I seen there. I know when I moved to hide on board the transport, and where it left from. I think I roughly know how long I was on the station for after we docked but before I was scratched. If I knew exactly when I was scratched I could work out roughly how long the transport took to get to wherever it did. It was on cruise the whole time and I don't think it used the trade lanes so, once I knew how long it was flying for, I could determine the area of where it could've covered in that time. That way I'd have a fixed list of places to look into.

Like I say though, if I can work out exactly when I was scratched I can do the rest. Or if I ever get this scanner to work. Come on, do something. Please? Pretty please with sugar on top? I've been at this for a few hours now with my face pressed up against this thing so it can scan me before I apply the patch soaked in the mixture. Lucky I'm not dying in the next five minutes as this has taken forever. Maybe it's broken? Why does modern technology, even now, have the ability to doubt everything you know? It must be broken or it'd be done by now. There must be something really, really wrong with this machine . . . .

Oops. There might have been something wrong with the machine OR someone, maybe me, forgot to push the big button marked "START SCAN". I knew that, yeah, I was . . . just testing it. Ach, who am I kidding, I screwed up. No big deal. One sec . . . and done. Now save that and, once I got the other one after wearing the dosed patch for a bit, I'll send the data across to the relevant place. Then wait and see. That. Is. Better. Okay, a little nap first maybe, then I'll put a report together.