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But no, “Doctor Russ,” came the captain’s voice, “are you seeing this? Six-phase power. Have you ever heard of such a thing?
“No,” said Stephen, with complete honesty. “Never.”
“They must have added a special transformer for the guns. Take note of that in your journals, both of you. You should probably take photos, too. Here, Doctor,” said Jack, emerging from the knot of people clustered about the gun to grasp Stephen’s arm and pull him in. “This will be something to tell your grandchildren about. Look at that!”
Stephen looked, and saw a six pointed star of electrical wiring in the partially dismantled gun, each arm of the star made of a different color of wire. He wondered how long he had to stare at it to seem properly impressed, and took a sip of coffee to draw things out. “Fascinating,” he said. He searched about for something else to say that wouldn’t sound foolish. “I’ve never seen this before, I do declare.”
“Beg pardon, doctor,” came a voice at his elbow, and turning, Stephen saw the chief engineer holding up a his phone to take a photograph. This was the perfect excuse; Stephen thanked Jack for the opportunity, specifically saying six-phase power to prove that he had been paying attention, then slipped away from the group and returned to the wardroom. Here he discovered that someone had already been through to make up his bed, so he refilled his coffee mug and retreated to the sickbay, where he filled the time before breakfast in reviewing the radiographs for the surgical case he had agreed to assist in later that day.
He was considering the implications of the patient’s abnormally large uncinate process when seven bells struck and he made his way back to the wardroom for breakfast.
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