“Doctor, how long is Mr Egman going to be in the infirmary? It's been three hours.” Odo said impatiently.

  “He had an allergic reaction to a vaccine, and his throat has swollen. He can't talk. He is also running a low grade fever. I have him isolated and am treating his condition. Odo, his immune system is currently overactive. It is reacting more intensely than I have ever seen. That combined with his pristine blood work, I think this man has been in extreme isolation. We may need to keep him confined to sickbay till I can finish getting him inoculated.”

  “How many vaccines did you give him?”

  “Just one, it was the vaccine for Grinosian flu. He is the first one to ever be documented with a reaction to it. I'm considering publishing a paper about it. Fascinating stuff really. It's as if his immune system has never encountered the compounds we use to make that vaccine.”

  “Is this common for humans?”

  “Not at all, he would have had to live in seclusion on Earth, somewhere remote. There are communities that eschew most of the modern technology. Perhaps he came from one of them. He did say he had never interacted with a force field before.”

  “I’m going to ask him some questions, doctor.”

  “He can't talk for another few hours.”

  “I don't need him to talk, I just need to see how he reacts.”

  Odo walked over to the treatment area and waited for the containment forcefield to be lowered before approaching the bed.

  “I understand you can't talk. Just nod your head for yes and shake for no, understand?”

  I nodded. My throat was still on fire, and my eyes were a watery mess. I never had any allergies before, but I almost died from a vaccine.

  “Did you have anything to do with the attempt on Quark's life?”

  I shook my head.

  “Are you a registered citizen of Earth?”

  Ohh, that's tricky. I don't think there will be any records of me existing here. If there are, they are over 250 years old. Star Trek’s 2049 was pretty different from mine.

  I shook my head. And then made eye contact, wondering if I have just signed up for an extended stay in the security holding cells.

  “At least you told the truth. Well that might be a bigger problem for you if this wasn't a Bajoran station. Your other paperwork is completed, and the commander has approved long term quarters for you. You can pick up your personal belongings at the security office when the doctor releases you”

  Odo then left and had a conversation with the doctor that I didn't hear because I was a bit more focused on a system notification.

  [ Lethal allergen detected. Recommend purchase of Omni immunity package to be granted immunization from all local diseases and a resistance to all local toxins.

  Price 10,000 system credits.]

  Ouch. That was an expensive package, however I do want to eat as much local food as I can without worry.

  Purchased [ Immunity package: Star Trek Omni ]

  My throat stopped burning. My eyes no longer leaked tears of itchy regret. I took a deep breath and my chest didn't hurt.

  Nice. Of all the benefits of this system, interstellar travel, eternal youth, near invulnerability, not having to worry about poisons or allergies is not bad.

  —

  “Doctor, once he is released let me know I'll have a security officer escort him to his new quarters.”

  “Will do.”

  Julian Bashir turned the containment field back on around his mysterious patient. Then he called over to Ensign Pool to send in the next patient. The list of medical appointments never seemed to end. The station's sick bay was incredibly limited in real estate. He already had patients waiting on a crate, and without his main bed, he would be treating them on the crate too.

  The medical computer sounded an alarm, his patient Mr. Egman was crashing. All of his vital signs were dropping, and then they were normal. It was as if his body was just reset. His heart rate, blood pressure, and neural activity all were at normal levels.

  —

  “Doctor, I'm feeling much better now.”

  I said while trying to sit up on the bed.

  I didn't make it far, as I had forgotten that there was a forcefield holding me to the bed.

  “Is the forcefield really necessary, Doctor Bashir? I am feeling much better, and Odo is finished with me.”

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  “I suppose not, but your recovery is remarkable. I'll remove the force fields, but you need to stay here till we get an allergy test done, and we get you finished with vaccinations.”

  —

  Three hours later and the doctor was out of excuses to keep me in sickbay.

  The immunity package did its job and I didn't have anymore allergic reactions to all of the shots I had to take.

  They still stung though. My arms have lines of little purple circles from shoulder to elbow.

  Hyposprays. Bah. I hope I never see another one.

  A security officer arrived with a box of my things.

  It was Primmin! The character was only in two episodes because O’Brian’s actor was doing a movie and they needed someone similar for Odo to talk to. Primmin is a Starfleet security officer assigned to Odo. He looks a little bit like if O'Brian’s (Colm Meaney) and Seth McFarlane’s faces were averaged together.

  “You look surprised to see me.” Officer Primmin said while squinting a bit in suspicion.

  “I am. I thought all the security staff were Bajoran.”

  “Come along, let's get you to your quarters. I'm sure you've had a long day.”

  We took a turbolift to the habitat ring, and I was walked down a series of similar looking corridors till we stopped in front of my new quarters.

  “Section H-12-B long term guest and commercial quarters. They are on the smaller side, because space is at a premium. Some of the Habitat ring is still being converted to living spaces. If you want a larger place there is a waiting list. I'm on it.”

  The quarters were slightly larger than my first studio apartment. There was a bed on the left wall, a replicator on the right, a dresser next to the bed and a doorway to the bathroom.

  “Feels like home. Thank you Mr. Primmin”

  “I don't recall telling you my name Mr.Egman.”

  Shit.

  “You didn't, that's odd. I must have heard it somewhere. I'm too tired to play the game of who said what when, and in what universe. Goodnight officer.”

  If I'm going to be suspicious, I might as well go full Doctor Who and be damned confusing about it.

  I closed the door. Pressed the do not disturb button and laid down for the first bit of voluntary slumber I've had in 48 hours.

  —

  I had some brief nightmares about being vaporized by Bajoran radicals who were taking over the station led by Kai Winn in a slutty dalek halloween costume. I awoke horrified, for so many reasons.

  I know I'm not supposed to interfere, but perhaps I can soften the rough edges a bit. The Bajoran radical group, The Circle", was being funded by Cardassia. Once this is discovered their power falls apart. Sadly not before several people are killed and Kai Winn uses them to gain power.

  Solving that is for smarter fools than I. It's time to get a market space.

  I caught a whiff of myself, and wretched.

  Apparently all the chemicals and toxins i had in my system had found their way out onto my skin as I slept. I looked at the formerly fresh sheets on my bed. I took them off the mattress and balled them up into the replicator, and hit the recycle button.

  I'll replicate some replacments later. Now its time for a shower.

  There was no water or water pipes in the bathroom. I don't know and am ok with continuing not to know how the toilet works. The shower was a vertical tanning bed like chamber. It was a sonic shower that used pulses of sound to clean the skin similar to how ultra sonic baths clean jewelry.

  ”I wonder what that will be like.”

  —

  It was disappointing. I was clean, but with none of the relaxation or soothed muscles that comes from a long hot steamy shower. No wonder Janeway had a bath built on Voyager.

  I shaved and brushed my teeth. Which was novel because there wasn't a sink. I had to replicate a glass of water. Then brush, rinse and spit back into the glass. After I was done the glass went back into the replicator and was recycled into molecules. I repeated with a new glass of warm water to clean my razor. My tooth scrapings and beard shavings were going to become someone else's "Earl grey hot."

  Replicators are just nonsense.

  Today was the day to get a permanent market space. It felt nice to put roots down. Although a psychologist would have a field day about a widower taking refuge in childhood fantasy.

  This was childhood sci-fi. Totally different. Yup, I'm suuuper healthy. Moving on.

  Securing a permanent stall seemed like a good enough occasion to dress up. I wouldn't be cooking for a bit might as well. I changed into my nice new Konoha robes and took the turbolift to the promenade.

  The forest green of my robe really looked good. The embroidery shined as the little leaves sparkled with caught reflections from the hallway lights.

  I may have been a bit distracted by the robe when I bumped into Quark's brother Rom.

  Early on in the show Rom was played as a bumbling fool for laughs. As the show went on they wrote him as a loving single father and eventually a talented electrician.

  He was carrying a platter and almost spilled it when I bumped into him.

  “Ahh what what, you clumsy hu mahn. Look what you almost made me spill!”

  “ Sorry about that, I was a bit distracted. Say, your Rom, that fellow who works at the bar. You have a son too. Nog is it? Great kid, great kid. I've been told has the lobes for business.”

  “How do you know my name? How do you speak Ferengi so well, and why are you giving my child so many compliments? My brother is the one who is Nagus.”

  “Oh that's right, Quark is Nagus. Say Rom, as an apology for bumping into you let me treat you and your son to a homemade meal tonight. I don't know much about Ferengi food preferences, but I would love to learn. If you can get me a few recipes, I'll buy what ingredients I can and prepare a small feast for you and Nog.”

  “That's not necessary, I probably bumped into you.”

  “Nonsense Rom, don't forget rule 214.”

  “Never begin a business negotiation on an empty stomach? You know the rules? You are a very odd Hu Mahn.”

  “That I am and call me John or Egman”

  “Jean'or Egg-man?”

  “Koo koo ka-choo, Rom!” I said as I walked past him down the hall.

  “Koo koo cashew? Wait what business?!”

  —