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The go-to for any and all Wing City medical requirements. This organisation offers a wide verity of highly skilled staff who are capable of fulfilling the needs of all life forms. Equality, confidentiality and high quality care guaranteed.
The creatures known as Jinhai lay quiet for two months for reasons unknown. Jinhai hid to stare from heating vents in the wee hours. Administratum by and large appeared on camera wearing snoring Doctors. Disbursing them to a couch when they began to wake. Jinhai repaired still ignorant of territory or allegiance but to humankind. At least of what infrastructure they recognized. The hospital itself once a solid concrete foundation only the barest surface remained. The stone below the hospital by now replaced a deeper flesh of ferroplasm. Insulation against intrusion for protection of the integrity of the stasis array. Everything in it was time consuming to produce as well as important. Frequent mass death within the city required standing assets. Only the main elevators had a physical egress. Holes through story-thick plate which was by removing the metal plug in the floor at the bottom of the shaft. Mechanics and cabling extended enough a few floors down. Open to black expanse in a sheer drop several stories to the actual floor. This drop no particular interest for those whom gravity, via levitation, was optional.
This was a fine quiet night for values of quiet in an ER where someone was always bleeding to death. The halls rumbling with sleeping patients but for nurses rattling carts about. Now with a slight muffling of psionic noise Jinhai reappeared with dusty footfalls. Something below extended and changed. Though they generally avoided areas where anyone was active. Such a place today three four-many Jinhai and their twelve grey swirls for eyes focused on a data panel. Within a disused storeroom lights and a switch ceased to function. Endless reconstruction lost this particular room to an unfortunate lack of care. The redundant server on a shelf puttered on as it always had even after its switch died. Added to bugs and paper both long-since crumbled away. Servitor understanding of electronics limited by the volume of their other skills. Still one that could pour itself through walls tracing broken networks came easy.
A hollow-robed Administratum then floats in through a side door. In its metal hands carting a large box proclaiming '1U Petabit Switch'. What they could not repair they could procure.