More ships keep coming every day. Huge freight haulers returning from the border worlds to our station here at Venezia 5 at the very edge of the frontier. Their cargo holds not filled with metal or space-scrap but with humans. Thousand upon thousand plague victims. And it is getting worse. Every day there are more.
The healing zone is as big as a city but still there isn’t enough room, not enough power or medicine. The Daemons labour day and night, work-cycle after work-cycle to expand the Healing Zone, to ad unit after unit, and still it isn’t enough.