121 "Anything unusual," continued Morn, "even an
ejection of gas that doesn't immediately dissipate …. anything that
leaves this ship ...BLAST IT! That is an absolute priority!"
122 Morn could feel the heavy silence from the other vessel. He could
see in his mind the other Officers staring at each other in
bewilderment. Finally, the battleship's Commander spoke. "Your order is
understood. I am repositioning my vessels so I can have a full circle
scan. Your order will be carried out to the letter. Keep us advised."
123 "Affirmative," Morn responded.
124 Morn went to his cabin, unpacked his things, and found his library.
Searching through the cards of computer chips he was looking for one in
particular. He finally found it. The possibilities of what other forms
of life The Lord God could have created. He took a readout board,
plugged the chip in, and began to review it, as he headed back for the
command deck.
125 "As soon as my Second and Third are awake," Morn ordered, "get them
down to the conference room, then I want all personnel on board to be
rotated. Volunteers only, of course. Are all ship's systems functional?"
126 An Engineering Officer responded. "Everything except the sterile
fields and the ventilation shafts in engineering," he announced. "We
have red lights on every intake unit. They've all gone out!"
127 Morn walked over to the main screen. There was an air intake just
below it. The faint yellow glow of the
sterile field was clearly visible. "Computer," he requested.
128 "Operating," the ship's mechanical brain answered.
129 "Are all the operating controls to the sterile fields on the
ventilators on the outside, like this one?"
130 "Affirmative," replied the computer.
131 "Give me a diagram of the ship showing me each ventilation system,
the corridor sterile fields and the