"Voice control should do it," he said, dropping onto one of the beds. "Computer? We need medical assistance, scan for injuries."<br/><br/>"Scanning," came a voice from seemingly nowhere. "There appears to be some kind of shrapnel lodged in your left arm. I can stem the bleeding and stitch up the wound but the shrapnel cannot be removed entirely safely. I would advise against attempting to operate."<br/><br/>"Well, it's our choice," Thompson said. "But if something goes wrong your stuck in the middle of nowhere alone."