Walka looked at him. A cheerful looking boy, but she sensed the bacteria inside his blood. Her vision analyser quickly told her that at the level of technology on this planet, it would be fatal. He would not last more than another 12 hours. The illness itself may not kill him, but it would weaken his reflexes, and the next tiger or hyena to sight him would find hiim easier to pull down. She recoiled at the image and wondered if she could do something. "Actions have consequences", the words of her guru resounded in her brain, "your charity could be poison to someone else". But I can't leave him to die, she thought. She picked him up. His father growled and lifted a spear. His mother looked at him and her with interest, and indicated to her man to be patient. A small needle shot out from her arm and entered his forearm. It was thick as animal hide and the needle nearly broke, but managed to empty its contents into him. There, she smiled. He will survive. And t
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