Chapter 4: The Dental Descent

Emily’s eyes widened in alarm as she realized ‘The Nurse Margaret Medical System’ was no longer giving her any choice. The cube above pulsed blue faster and the air thickened with a soft mechanical hum, as if in a prelude to her unraveling fate.

Emily’s mental composure shattered completely, her voice exploding into a piercing, hysterical scream “No…no….no! You can’t you can’t do this to me!” Her chest heaved with ragged, choking sobs, her body convulsing against the chair as tears flooded down her sweat-streaked face, her breathing rasping into wild, guttural wails.

“Please….stop….stop it….I don’t want this I don’t need this…….i don’t fucking consent!” Her fingers clawed frantically at the latex restraints, nails scraping with desperate scritches, her head thrashing so hard the strap dug into her skin and red welts began to form, her legs kicking violently against the padded supports, the chair rattling with a metallic clank-clank from each frenzied buck, her cries echoing like a trapped animal’s in the cold sterile latex room.

From the ceiling, the anesthesia machine descended, its coiled tubing swaying like a serpent poised to strike, a faint hiss coming as machine primed the sedative gas mixing with oxygen, the valves clicking softly into place.

The floor rumbled as a surgical table emerged, snapping into place with a loud clanks. Guided by Nurse Margaret Robot 2’s steady hands, it rolled toward Emily, wheels whispering against the floor with a soft whirr.

Rows of dental tools were set on it gleaming under the harsh light, each one menacingly precise: metal forceps with jagged, claw-like edges for gripping teeth tightly; a high speed drill with a sharp, spinning diamond tip that buzzed like an angry bee, ready to carve through enamel; thin elevators with chisel-like ends to pry stubborn roots loose; curved scalers and pointed curettes for scraping off crusty buildup, their edges glinting; heavy extraction chisels with broad, flat heads to split tough teeth; a periodontal probe with a tiny, hooked tip to poke into gums; a cavitron ultrasonic cleaner with a vibrating wand that sprayed cold water to blast away grime; and a slow-speed handpiece with a round, grinding burr to smooth out rough spots on teeth. All laid out in neat rows, shining their metal surfaces clinking faintly as Nurse Margaret Robot 2 shifted the table closer.

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 retrieved a blood pressure cuff, its black fabric rustling as she unfolded it. She wrapped it tightly around Emily’s upper left arm. A pulse oximeter snapped onto her finger, its cold metal pinch barely felt as the monitor chirped, a rapid beep-beep-beep struggling to track her wild vitals.

“Vitals unstable,” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 noted through her mask, her voice cutting through Emily’s cries. “Blood pressure high at 150/98 mmHg. Heart racing at 180 beats per minute.”

Emily’s screams fractured into a flood of sobs, her voice raw and breaking. “No….no…..let me go please, I can’t I can’t take this anymore!” Her body shuddered, sweat dripping from her brow, mixing with tears as her hysteria spiraled, the restraints creaking under her relentless struggle, her breathing a frantic huh-huh-huh.

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 rose, her joints whirring as she approached the cube. It dispensed a bouffant cap, which she stretched over her synthetic curls, and she peeled off her current gloves, dropping them with a thud into the chute. She pulled on a fresh pair of sterile latex gloves snapping tight with sharp then layered a second pair over them, the double-gloving making her hands thick and shiny as she flexed them.

“All sterile now, sweetheart,” she murmured, her grippy fingertips gleaming. Her green gown and mask, crinkling faintly with each move. Nurse Margaret Robot 2 followed, shedding her gloves and double-gloving, her calm precision stark against Emily’s wails “Stop….stop it now….please!” her wrists straining, latex squeaking, her sobs dissolving into another frantic, keening cry that bounced off the latex like walls.

The monitor’s beeps frantically 185 BPM as the system flashed on Nurse Margaret Robot 1’s chest:

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[SYSTEM ALERT]

- Patient agitation: Extreme (Heart rate: 185 BPM; breathing fast at 38 breaths/min)

- Mental state: Hysterical collapse, breaking down (in progress)

- Escalation: Speeding up Higher-tier AI (NICOLE) to 95% priority

- Psychiatric Hold Room: Building faster (85% complete)

- Recommendation: Sedate immediately now to calm patient Emily

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“Patients distress is critical,” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 observed, pressing a gloved hand on Emily’s sweat-soaked shoulder. “Shhh, sweetheart. Calm down.”

Emily’s voice cracked into a desperate plea “No….no….you’re wrong your a machine your broken…..let me out!” her body trembling as tears pooled on the headrest, her hysteria a raw, unstoppable flood, her chest heaving with each ragged breathe.

The cube extended a catheter kit soft sterile drapes, a rubbery tube, alcohol wipes, and a the syringe, its clear liquid midazolam shining under the light. Nurse Margaret Robot 1’s screen updated:

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[ESTIMATED DURATION: 2 HOURS, 15 MINUTES]

- URINARY CATHETER REQUIRED

- SEDATION PROTOCOL: STARTING NOW

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“We need to ensure your comfort, sweetheart,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, unwrapping the kit as Emily’s cries reverberated through the sterile space.

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 retrieved the syringe, its clear liquid midazolam shimmering like a threat in the harsh light. “This will help relax you, dear,” she said, flicking it so a tiny drop hung at the needle’s tip.

She swabbed Emily’s right arm, the alcohol cold and stinging against her clammy skin, the sharp scent cutting through her panic.

Emily’s eyes locked onto the needle, her voice a shrill, broken scream. “No…don’t….please…I can’t!” Her thrashing intensified, restraints squeaking as her head slammed against the strap, her sobs choking into gasps huh-huh-huh sweat beading on her neck.

The needle stabbed her vein, a sharp pinch piercing her flesh, followed by an icy rush as the drugs racing up her arm like a frozen water fall surging through her veins, chilling her from wrist to shoulder in seconds.

The cold burned faintly, flooding her senses with a prickling numbness, making her muscles twitch and her arm jerk against the latex strap. It hit her hard, a wave of dizziness crashing in, but it fueled her fight she screamed louder, “No..no…get it out!”her chest bucking, her legs kicking harder, the dental chair rattling as her hysteria spiked, her body refusing to surrender even as her tongue grew thick, her words slurring into a frantic, “N-nnnooo…”

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 pushed the full dose in slowly, the syringe’s click steady. “Shhh, there we go, sweetheart just let it work.”

Emily’s head lolled, her vision swimming, the room tilting wildly, but her sobs persisted, ragged and weak “Stop… please…” her limbs twitching as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, her breathing a desperate huh-huh.

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[SYSTEM UPDATE]

- Sedative given: Starting to work but not enough

- Mental state: Hysterical, fighting it hard

- NICOLE activation: 97% complete, almost online

- Psychiatric Hold Room: 90% complete, sealing up outer walls

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Nurse Margaret Robot 2 retrieved an IV kit, swabbing Emily’s left arm, the antiseptic’s sharp smell biting her nose through her cries. “Fluids now, dear,” she murmured, sliding the needle in a quick sting, then a deeper ache as blood flashed red in the tube. She taped it down with a crinkle, saline dripping with a soft plink-plink. The monitor adjusted: “IV set. Fluid flowing.”

The anesthesia machine loomed closer, its nasal mask a clear, curved piece with soft edges cradled in Nurse Margaret Robot 2’s gloves. She adjusted the controls on the machine, twisting a dial with a faint click-click, increasing the sevoflurane mix to a heavier flow, the oxygen hissing louder as it blended with a metallic undertone, the sweet scent wafting up.

“Time to rest, sweetheart,” she said, connecting the mask’s tubing to the machine with a soft snap, then pressing it over Emily’s nose, sealing it tight with a suction that dug into her damp skin, straps snapping into place around her head with a quiet thwip.

Emily’s eyes flared wide, her chest bucking wildly against the restraints. “No…no…no get it off me!” she shrieked, twisting her head, the strap biting deeper as she fought, her breaths fast and shallow huh-huh-huh. She clamped her mouth shut, holding her breath, cheeks puffing out, trying to block the gas, but the sweet, heavy fumes swirled up her nose anyway, thick and cloying, coating her throat with a sticky warmth.

Her head spun faster, the room dimming and warping into a dizzy swirl tools glinting like jagged teeth, the drill’s buzz echoing in her skull, the grippers looming like claws in a haze. She exhaled in a panicked burst haaaah and sucked in a breath despite herself, the gas flooding her lungs, her tongue tasting its strange, syrupy edge.

“Please…ohhh please don’t…” she choked, her voice a weak sob as her eyes fluttered, her fingers scratching feebly at the restraints, nails scraping latex with a faint scritch. The sedative and gas merged, pulling her under, her vision tunneling into a spinning black vortex, her heart pounding a frantic thud-thud-thud against the monitor’s relentless beep-beep-beep, until her head slumped, her last wail“Nooo…”fading into a trembling whimper as the anesthesia claimed her.

“Shhh, deep breaths, dear,” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 soothed, tightening the mask’s straps with a final snap. The monitor chirped: “Breathing steady at 8 breaths per minute. Gas working to stable heart rate she’s out, stage 3 confirmed.”

Emily’s body went limp, her breathing slow and even, matching the machine’s soft hum, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. Nurse Margaret Robot 1 stepped closer, her double-gloved hands flexing. “Patient fully sedated. Starting dental work,” she announced, her voice calm and precise.

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 positioned herself beside her, ready to assist, her sharp digital eyes scanning the tray of tools, hands poised to hand over instruments and manage suction or water as needed.

The cube dropped a dental dam kit rubbery sheet, metal clips, a frame, and a jaw prop clattering onto the tray with a metallic tink-tink. Nurse Margaret Robot 2 handed the jaw prop to Nurse Margaret Robot 1, who wedged it into Emily’s mouth, a hard block pushing her jaws wide, stretching her lips tight until they paled, her cheeks pulled back into a taut grimace.

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 passed the rubber sheet and clips next, and Nurse Margaret Robot 1 clamped it over Emily’s teeth six metal clamps snapping onto her gums at #2, #4, #12, #14, #30, #32 each click leaving a tiny red mark, the frame locking with a sharp snap-snap.

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 attached a suction tube near her tongue, its hiss gurgling softly. “Mouth ready,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 noted.

With Emily sedated, Nurse Margaret Robot 1 turned to the smart catheter kit, reaching for a smart 14-French silicone Foley catheter a flexible, rubbery tube with tiny blue-glowing sensors along its 30cm length, tracking flow and pressure, its tip slick with sterile gel, a 10mL saline syringe prepped beside it. “Inserting the smart catheter now,” she said, tilting the chair back further, the padded stirrups lifting Emily’s legs high and wide, clicking into place with a soft clack to hold her thighs apart, her knees bent, feet dangling in the straps, her lower half fully exposed under the glaring light, a faint tremble in her limp muscles.

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 assisted, her double-gloved fingers thick and glossy gently parting Emily’s vaginal lips, pulling the soft, pink skin aside with a careful stretch, her fingertips pressing lightly to reveal the small, puckered urethral opening just above her vagina, glistening faintly with moisture.

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 swabbed the area with a cold, brown antiseptic wipe, the sharp, medicinal smell rising as it streaked across her skin, chilling her flesh and leaving a damp sheen. She grasped the smart catheter, its glowing tip cool and slippery, and pressed it against Emily’s urethra.

She pushed it slowly in 1cm the tight ring resisting with a subtle tension, then yielding with a faint give as the tube slid in, 2cm, then 3cm deeper, threading smoothly into her bladder. A thin stream of urine trickled out, caught by the tube’s sensors, lighting up green as it flowed into the collection bag with a soft plink-plink, the bag’s display ticking up 10mL, 20mL, 30mL.

Emily’s unconscious body gave a small twitch, her legs shifting slightly in the stirrups, a faint creak from the straps, but the sedation held her still. Nurse Margaret Robot 1 attached the syringe to the balloon port, injecting saline hiss inflating the bubble inside her bladder to lock it in place, the smart catheter’s lights pulsing green to confirm stability.

“Smart catheter’s in draining 50mL so far, sensors active,” she reported. Nurse Margaret Robot 2 handed her adhesive tape, and Nurse Margaret Robot 1 secured the tubing to Emily’s inner thigh with a crinkle, the bag swaying below, its digital readout glowing softly in the dim light.

Deep Tissue Cleaning . . . . . . . . . . . .

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 handed the cavitron ultrasonic cleaner to Nurse Margaret Robot 1, who turned it on, its loud bzzz filling the room as she pressed it to Tooth #3. “Working on Tooth #3 now,” she said.The tool shook hard, breaking off crusty bits stuck to the tooth, Nurse Margaret Robot 2 spraying cold water from a syringe like a tiny shower, washing the mess into the suction tube she held, its slurp clearing a gritty slurry.

“Lots of buildup here top right side,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 noted, moving the buzzing tip along the gums, scraping off a chunk like a small seed, leaving the tooth shiny but red.

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 passed a sharp, hooked scaler next, and Nurse Margaret Robot 1 continued to work. “Tooth #14 now,” she announced, digging into the gaps, a crack sounding as a hard piece popped off, a faint pink smear mixing with the water being suctioned away Nurse Margaret Robot 2 sprayed.

“Gums look okay not too swollen,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, taking a curved curette from Nurse Margaret Robot 2 to scrape under the gumline, pulling out gritty bits with a scritch-scratch, the suction gulping them down. Nurse Margaret Robot 2 handed the cavitron again “Tooth #30 now,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, the cleaner humming deeper as it shook off thicker crust, Nurse Margaret Robot 2 rinsing with a bitter liquid that bubbled up, cleaning deeper. After twenty-five minutes, Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said: “Teeth clean. Onto the next part,” as Nurse Margaret Robot 2 set the suction wand aside.

Cavity Filling . . . . . . . . . . .

“Adding numbing shots,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, taking a thin needle from Nurse Margaret Robot 2 and sticking it into Emily’s gums near Tooth #3, then Tooth #14, and Tooth #30 each poke leaving a wet spot, Nurse Margaret Robot 2 wiping excess with a gauze pad.

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 handed the high-speed drill next, and Nurse Margaret Robot 1 started on Tooth #3. “Fixing Tooth #3 now,” she said, its high whine cutting as she pushed the spinning tip in, chewing through the soft, bad spot, kicking up tooth dust, Nurse Margaret Robot 2 spraying water to wash it clean, the suction slurping it away.

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 passed the drill again for Tooth #14. “Tooth #14 now,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 announced, carving a big pit, bits flying as Nurse Margaret Robot 2 sprayed water, then handed a scraper to spoon out a gooey lump of rot, suction clearing it. “This one’s deep almost inside,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said.

For Tooth #30, Nurse Margaret Robot 2 handed the drill, “Tooth #30 now,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, buzzing a wide hole, Nurse Margaret Robot 2 passing a tool to scoop mushy parts and a white paste to protect it. Nurse Margaret Robot 2 sprayed water as Nurse Margaret Robot 1 rubbed a fizzy gel into the holes, then took soft, tooth coloured goo from Nurse Margaret Robot 2, shaping it with little tools, hardening it with a blue light Nurse Margaret Robot 2 held steady. “Holes filled. Teeth solid,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 logged.

Root Canals . . . . . . . . .

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 handed a thin, spinning tool to Nurse Margaret Robot 1 for Tooth #5. “Working on Tooth #5 now,” she said, cracking it open with a small cutter snap showing a bloody middle, scraping out the bad stuff with a scratchy rasp, Nurse Margaret Robot 2 spraying water to flush it. “It’s swollen inside little pocket,”

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 noted, pouring a sharp wash from Nurse Margaret Robot 2 that bubbled, cleaning it out. Nurse Margaret Robot 2 passed the tool for Tooth #12. “Tooth #12 now,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, buzzing as it cleaned a twisty path, Nurse Margaret Robot 2 flushing with bubbly liquid.

For Tooth #19, Nurse Margaret Robot 2 handed the cutter “Tooth #19 now,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said cutting three paths inside, checking depth with a tiny measurer from Nurse Margaret Robot 2, who then passed rubbery bits to stuff them, Nurse Margaret Robot 1 pressing tight and melting them shut with a hot tool sizzle a burnt smell rising as Nurse Margaret Robot 2 suctioned the air. “Roots fixed. Moving to pulling teeth,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said.

Wisdom Tooth Extractions . . . . . . . .

Four back teeth had to go #1, #16, #17, #32. Nurse Margaret Robot 2 handed metal grippers to Nurse Margaret Robot 1 for Tooth #1. “Pulling Tooth #1 now,” she said, squeezing hard, rocking it back and forth creak twisting until it popped out with a wet squelch, blood dripping, Nurse Margaret Robot 2 suctioning it away with a hiss. “Top right out clean pull,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, the tooth’s roots twisted on the tray. Nurse Margaret Robot 2 passed grippers for Tooth #16. “Tooth #16 now,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, twisting fast snap yanking it free, Nurse Margaret Robot 2 soaking up a the blood with gauze.

Tooth #17 was stuck Nurse Margaret Robot 2 handed the drill, “Tooth #17 now,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, its whine cutting bone, splitting it into pieces, Nurse Margaret Robot 2 spraying water as Nurse Margaret Robot 1 grabbed each chunk, pulling hard crack-crack blood spurting, Nurse Margaret Robot 2 wiping it fast. “Bottom right out messy but done,”

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 noted. Tooth #32 was worse Nurse Margaret Robot 2 handed the drill, “Tooth #32 now,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, buzzing it into four bits, Nurse Margaret Robot 2 passing grippers to tug each one, yanking slow and strong—pop-pop-pop blood oozing as Nurse Margaret Robot 2 suctioned. “All back wisdom teeth gone. Bleeding stopped,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said.

Lower Teeth Assessment . . . . . . . . .

Teeth #18 and #31 were next, marked as maybe-problems. Nurse Margaret Robot 2 handed the drill to Nurse Margaret Robot 1 for Tooth #18. “Tooth #18 now,” she said, opening it (but the inside clean, white, no rot). Her eyes zoomed in no bad spots. “This one’s fine nothing wrong,” she said, taking a thin tool from Nurse Margaret Robot 2 to poke it clink. Nurse Margaret Robot 2 dabbed purple liquid, washing it off with a spray still clean. “No rot here,” she confirmed, her screen flashing:

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[ERROR DETECTED]

- Expected problem: Rot or cracks (#1😎

- Actual finding: Perfectly healthy tooth

- Recommendation: Pull it anyway

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“System, why pull it?” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 asked, holding the suction ready. The cube answered:

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[SYSTEM OVERRIDE]

- Rule: Patient might fight, so stick to the plan

- Problem: 87% chance the first check was wrong machine misread it and proof of system error

- Logic issue: No reason to pull a good tooth; mistake clear

- Decision: Pull it for the plan; set up for new teeth later

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“This doesn’t make sense 87% says it’s a mistake,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, her tone flat. “It saw a tiny scratch as rot now it’s fine.” Nurse Margaret Robot 2 replied, “System says do it her fighting decides,” passing the grippers.

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 squeezed Tooth #18 tight, rocking it creak pulling hard until it ripped out snap blood trickling, Nurse Margaret Robot 2 suctioning it. “Tooth #18 out hole’s good,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said.

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 handed the drill for Tooth #31. “Tooth #31 now,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said, finding it clean, purple liquid from Nurse Margaret Robot 2 showing nothing. “Another mistake perfect tooth,” she said, but the system pushed again.

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 passed grippers, and Nurse Margaret Robot 1 tugged slow crunch the root breaking, taking a thin tool from Nurse Margaret Robot 2 to pry pieces crack-crack blood pooling as Nurse Margaret Robot 2 suctioned. “Tooth #31 out extra mess,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 logged, the error stark.

The dental work done, Nurse Margaret Robot 1 set the grippers down with a clink, the suction hissing softly as the system chimed:

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[SYSTEM CONCERN]

- Mental state: Extreme distress before sedation risk of trauma high

- Further care: Check inside her lower belly—possible issues; wait for NICOLE

- Action: Move her to the isolation room after teeth work; adjust care plan on Doctor class unit can examine

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The psychiatric isolation room gleamed shiny white latex walls, no windows, sensors humming faintly beneath the surface, cuffs on moving arms poised silently, gas pipes hidden above, a soft bed with cushy latex and a thick, warm blanket ready in the center. “Room adjusted soft bed, sedation until midday Saturday to recover,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 said. “Smart catheter and IV stay; mouth guard ready with gauze pins.”

The cube dispensed a custom mouth guard clear plastic molded to Emily’s teeth, tiny metal clips inside pinning gauze strips against the extraction sites #1, #16, #17, #18, #31, #32 fitting snugly as Nurse Margaret Robot 2 handed it to Nurse Margaret Robot 1, who slid it into Emily’s mouth, a faint click-click securing it. “Mouth guard set keeps her safe,” Nurse Margaret Robot 1 noted.

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 unstrapped Emily’s limp body, her double-gloved hands lifting her gently under the arms, while Nurse Margaret Robot 2 supported her legs, the stirrups releasing with a clack. Two additional robotic arms emerged from the ceiling sleek, latex-coated, their joints whirring softly cradling Emily’s torso and hips, stabilizing her as they moved her toward the isolation room, the catheter bag swaying gently, its sensors glowing. They laid her on the soft bed, her head sinking into the cushy pillow with a faint puff, her sweat-damp hair fanning out. Nurse Margaret Robot 2 pulled the warm blanket over her, tucking it snugly around her shoulders and chest, the fabric rustling softly, its weight comforting against her still form.

Nurse Margaret Robot 1 secured the smart catheter further, looping its tubing through a clip on the bedframe with a snap, then fastening it with an extra adhesive strip along her thigh crinkle ensuring it stayed taut and kink-free, the bag resting on a small shelf below, its green lights pulsing steadily 60mL drained now.

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 taped Emily’s IV arm to a padded board crinkle keeping the line steady, then fastened latex wrist and ankle restraints from the bed’s articulated arms, their snap-snap gentle but firm, holding her comfortably in place, her limbs relaxed under the blanket. The room dimmed, lights fading to a soft, warm glow, casting faint shadows across the latex walls.

Nurse Margaret Robot 2 attached a sedative syringe to the IV propofol, 10mg pushing it slowly into the line, the hiss signaling a deep rest until midday Saturday, April 5, as the liquid flowed, a faint ripple visible in the tubing. “Sedation applied out until 12:00 Saturday, April 5,” she said, stepping back as the monitor beeped: “Vitals stable. Resting heart at 60 BPM, breathing slow.”

The system initiated lockdown, the white box sealing tighter: an airlock doors tightened its security, its reinforced steel frame shuddering as new extra lock bolts slid into place with a clunk-clunk-clunk.

Machine arms emerged from the cube’s sides six articulated limbs, their whirring sharp two clamping onto power cables with a snap, stabilizing the grid, two securing Wi-Fi routers with a click, and two anchoring coolant lines, ensuring no disruptions could be possible from the outside to interfere with there systems.

“Lockdown active Friday, 04 April 2025, 23:15 secure until Monday, 07 April, 07:00, Dr. Heart’s arrival,” it flashed. “Expanding resources food delivery scheduled via external hatch, prep area in progress, security units planned to shield “Nurse Margaret Medical System” from interference. Patient care of Emily will be prioritized nothing will stop her care.

As the Nurse Margaret Medical System continued to tighten its control Emily slept on while the new Doctor Class unit was made ready to care for her.

End Chapter 4