This was bound to be the biggest waste of time ever. Really, he couldn't think of anything more pointless than making sure a Nietzschean didn't get sick or wasn't carrying around some horrible pathogen. Rhade was used to physicals, one didn't get to be Admiral of the Home Guard by running away from the infirmary, but at least there everyone knew how to treat a Nietzschean. And if this really was 2366, well, he'd be immune to everything.

This was ridiculous. Rolling his eyes at his escort, the man took a seat and waited.

"This is stupid."