Alice approached the lower bunk and studied a sleeping, dark-skinned woman. She had suffered a large head trauma, and her right eye and ear were missing, body misshapen and twisted at the pelvis. Alice checked her pulse—slow and steady—then sniffed her breath and got chemicals. She shook her, softly at first, then harder. No effect, the woman’s body flopping comatose. Alice looked about and spotted the medical chart. It was another of the questionnaires with Non-Productive circled at the end, alongside an order for a high-powered tranquilizer. Alice stood on the metal frame and checked the upper bunk—another broken and distorted body, this time with no legs, also unresponsive. Another questionnaire, another tranquilizer patch.