“There you go,” doctor Riley attached the last bolt onto the AFV’s gear, “like your new treads?”. Since the dawn, the doctor had been swapping the AFV’s tank treads from ‘winter treads’ to ‘summer treads’ (a difference between the texture and width of the treads). Luckily, thanks to the doctor’s bionic body, no electronic lifters or screwdrivers were needed, which saved lots of time.
“Finally, we get to drive on some solid roads,” the doctor got into the pilot seat and hit the music (today was ‘Country Roads’), “Isolation Camp number 3991 let’s go…By the way, where is it exactly?”
The AFV’s diesel-electric engine roared and the drive gears started to spin rapidly.
“Isolation Camp #3991 is located 50 miles from the equator,” the AFV said, “the temperature there right now is between -1~3 degrees Celsius.”
“That’s damn hot,” the doctor replied and turned on autopilot so that it could get off the pilot seat, “do we still have those…damn it…what is those fluids called again?”
“Unable to locate the type of resource,” said the AFV.
“Come on pal,” the doctor walked around the shaking AFV, “what are they called? Last time I used that fluid was like last year when visiting Isolation camp…Oh, wait! Is it Agent Blue?”
“Cooling Agent Blue requested,” said the AFV, “the tank for the agent is currently half full.”
“Thanks,” the doctor moved to the side of the AFV and found a pipe hanging on the wall, then it dragged open its visor and removed the big ‘light bulb’ in the centre which allowed large fuelling port to appear, “can you slow down a bit, so I won’t spell the fluid everywhere?”
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Like fuelling a car, the doctor plugged the pipe deep into its face and soon liquid started to flow through the pipe rapidly into the doctor’s body, “that’s enough.” The doctor removed the pipe and a few drops of Agent Blue fell on the ground, forming a few ice bits.
“God, my core’s temperature is degrees by a factor of ten,” the doctor put back its visor and sat back into the pilot seat, “now, what we got here?”
The snow on the ground had significantly lessened, where the dark-coloured ground could be seen. There were even wet mud marshes around the field. In the distance, there were a few abandoned trucks that sunk deep into the mud, leaving only their roof exposed. Yet, more importantly, there was another colour on the ground: green. Between the tiny ice gaps, the ground cracks were some grass-like vegetation that tipped their heads only a few millimetres above the ground.
“What a nice day~” the doctor enjoyed the sunshine, “But if I’ll have to use Agent Blue every day, I’d rather live in the snow. Oh, is that the camp in front of us.”
Isolation Camp #3991 was not covered by snow at all. From an afar, it appeared to be gigantic steel hemisphere growing out of the ground. As you get close, you’ll soon notice that the top of the camp was opened, allowing sunlight to shine in instead of relying on artificial lighting.
“Gosh this camp is large,” the doctor gasped. This was true as Isolation Camp #3991 was the largest isolation camp in State T and it was about five times the size of Isolation Camp #4001.
From afar, the doctor could see the large crowd standing outside the camp, waiting for its arrival, “nice people here.”
“I am class C doctor Phil Suki,” in front the crowd was a middle-age female in a long medical uniform and a fancy carbon fibre mask, “nice to meet you, Finale Doctor.” She reached out to shake doctor Riley’s huge mechanical hand.
“Nice to meet you doctor Suki,” the doctor shook Phil’s hand gently, “please just call me Riley, I don’t like to be called the ‘Finale Doctor’, my ultimate goal is to save lives.”
“Sure doctor Riley,” Phil smirked, “but I think the ‘finale’ in your title is for the virus, not to us humans.”
“That’s another interesting interpretation,” doctor Riley replied, “now, shall I visit the depressurised isolation camps and start my examinations?”
“There is no need doctor Riley,” Phil turned her mask aside from Riley’s stare, “I have already conducted X-ray examination on every citizen, so there is no need for you to spend extra time with us. Why not go check out the nearby Isolation Camp #3997, we received a few distress signals from them lately.”
“Thank you for your work,” doctor Riley replied solemnly and walked straight towards the gate of the isolation camp, “but you should have been informed that in a recent announcement, the X-ray examination method has a low accuracy of 60%, it is better for me to conduct a full spectrum examination before concluding that the camp is safe.”
“but…”
The Finale Doctor marched into the gate without another word.