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Bingo

When they were in sickbay she spoke, “Data what is going on?”

“Something is killing Sher. I have to find out what it is and I hope you will help me.”

“What can I do?”

“Do you have any of her blood left?”

“Yes,” She walked over to a cooling unit and removed the rest of the sample.

“This is all I have left.”

“That should be enough. We need to analyze the new sample against the old.”

He poured samples into two petri dishes.

“What are we looking for?”

He did the same with the old sample, placing little black dots on the dishes to separate the samples. “Anything in the new samples that are not in the old.” They spent hours comparing the samples. To the point, Beverly was exhausted. 

She fell into a chair, “It would help if we knew what to look for.”

“There is something happening to her. Something is not allowing her to heal herself. It is preventing others from helping her as well.” Data let out a long sigh, “for the love of Pete.”

Beverly laughed, “who’s Pete?”

“I have no idea. It is just a saying I remember hearing.” He sat across from her.

“I cannot let her die.”

“Well, let’s keep trying.” Beverly got up. “We know that we can’t inject her with any outside agents.” The only difference between the two samples is that one has been refrigerated.”

“And one has been frozen.” Data added. 

“Contaminates get trapped in ice.”

“What are you getting at?”

“Thinking out loud.” He got up. “We have been using ordinary microscopes.

Lets do a spectra analyses.” Beverly turned all the light off in sickbay; they started exposing the samples to different light sources.

“Wow!” She gasped. “Look what ultraviolet light brings to life.” There were thousands of tiny little organisms swimming around in the new blood sample.

“I had a dog and his name was Bingo.”

“No, you have a cat and his name is Spot.” Beverly laughed.

“Let’s find out how to kill these bad boys.”

“That is almost impossible Data. We can rule out any type of drug.” 

Data’s communicator beeped, “Yes.”

Picard voice reported, “she is moaning filter, filter. Does that mean anything?”

“Yes, sir. It does.” He turned to Beverly, “dialysis. We need to set up a filtration system to clean those bad boys out of her blood stream.”

“I would have to do lots of research on dialysis. Medicine hasn’t used those

things in centuries.”

“We should not have to develop anything that complicated.”

“Data look, they are collecting in a group at the point where the ultraviolet is the strongest.”

“We can not expose her to such quantities of ultraviolet light. It will cook her.

However,” Data started to design an instrument to filter her blood. It was 25 feet of tubing. Every 5 feet, there was a 1-inch filter in the tube. A ring shall surround each filter with an ultraviolet light bulb in it.”

“How are we going to know when each filter is full?”

Data thought for a moment. “The organisms are attracted to the light; theoretically they should fill the filter from outside inward. If we plant a sensor in the middle of the filter, it can send readings to a tricorder telling us when it is full.”

“It might work.”

“We can start off with 25 feet of filters the with ability to change the filter if needed.”

“Let’s do it.” They worked far into the night constructing the filter. When they

were finished, they took the filter to Sher.

Under watchful eyes, they connected the filter, one needled in each arm.

“Awe,” she moaned. Freya was still dabbing her forehead with cool water. Blood started to flow through the filter. Data and Beverly watched over the filter with their tricorders. She stood ready with the extra filter if it was needed.

After 15 minutes, the first sensor was set off. “At this rate, this filter will last 1 hour and 25 minutes.”

“The average human has 5 liters of blood.” Beverly added.

Thor cleared his throat, “The average Turritopsian female has 8.”

“One filter has cleaned ½ a liter of blood. There are 5 filters in each tube. One tube will clean 2.5 liters of blood. We are going to need 3.2 or 4 complete tubes to do an efficient job.” Data calculated. Beverly left to get the other tubes. Upon her return Data was changing the first tube. Everyone except Q and Data had left. 

Beverly knelt on the oppesite side of the bed, soon falling asleep.