Timothy awoke in a bed many hours later, His head was aching and his stomach felt like convulsing at any moment. It was a small, sparse room enclosed by steel. His robocarer had been diligently waiting for him to wake.
“Do you want to rise, Sir?”
“No, just push me over in the bed onto my other side.”
Timothy almost lurched as he was gently moved. That was some great ale, he thought to himself. The general had not spared the good stuff and that was a good sign of respect.
He tried to close his eyes but it made him feel worse, like a motion sickness from feeling the ship traveling through the warp.
“Are we in the Warp? he asked his robotic company.
“Yes, the ship entered it shortly after your return,” came the reply.
Eventually, though he could no longer keep his eyelids open.
“Timothy, Timothy. You must rise. Your presence is being sought on the bridge,” the robot said in an almost manic repeating cycle.
Timothy realized that he had dozed off once again. Hours must have passed. At least, he was feeling much better save for a thirst.
“Yes, you are authorized to get me up.”
That was all that he had to say. The robot knew how to do the rest and quickly too.
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