Intelligent Telehealth Protocol
”Perhaps you can start that payback by helping get treatment for my ‘rescuer’ here.” Kiko-Lyn points back with her thumb to Ninan who is stretched across the back seat of the car, panting. Turning to look at him she adds, chuckling, “And also someone to clean his nasty warrior’s blood out of this rental before we return it.” Looking to Ninan, “That good with you?”
Ninan response is curt. “If possible, keep it off the books.”
Dawn thinks for a minute. “I have a place to treat him, but the location and details must be secret. No recordings or digital broadcasts. No tracking.” They nod their acceptance. Kiko-Lyn types a text to Jorge and Rachael: I’m safe. Going silent/off line for medical treatment of Ninan. Afterwards will continue evasion and escape. Will check back in 4 to 6 hours. She shows the text to Dawn and sends it off before powering down her phone. Ninan triggers the remote thermal charge in the com relay station left on the warehouse roof.
Dawn speaks to the car’s control system. “Car: New destination. Drive us to the ITFDE training clinic. Park in the employee lot under the facility.”
The car responds, “Computing optimal route. This trip will take 43 minutes. Sufficient charge remains to reach this destination but you must plug me in at the parking garage.”
Dawn tells Ninan, “We are going to the Hong Kong offices for the International Task Force for Disease Eradication. They include a training facility for Doctors Without Borders volunteers. My group can insure this clinic’s adherence to Privacy.” Kiko-Lin could actually hear the capital letter in Privacy. It spoke to the two decade-long fight for an individual’s right to digital privacy. For some Internet3 groups, Privacy was practically a religion.
Medical Rights
When they arrive, it is so late the facility is unmanned. At the admissions desk, Dawn speaks to the android receptionist, a perfectly realistic humanoid robot torso. “English language, please. Administrative security override ‘Nightingale’. I’m an agent of Chinua Mills invoking Privacy and medical response. Chinua is tasking you to treat this man leaving no data trail nor providing any government notification. He is to remain anonymous.” She places her hand on the palm diagnostic scanner and presents her eyes to the receptionist’s embedded ocular camera. “Please also pull and deliver Chinua the data from my sensor bracelet.”
The auto-receptionist responds, “Just a second. Establishing biometric identity confirmation.” The red recording lights on the ceiling security cameras blink twice and turn off. A robotic stretcher cart wakes up and comes forward. The auto-receptionist says, “Flora Nightingale has agreed to oversee treatment. Recordings flushed. Video is now routed only to her.” The camera lights turn back on. The android’s face turns to Ninan, “Do you agree to treatment, which may include synthetic blood plasma, anesthesia, acupuncture, immune response therapy, and telesurgery by the remote-directed medbots in this facility?”
Ninan looks toward the camera, “For the record, sealed without disclosure under international medical Privacy rights, I accept all procedures necessary to correct an accidental bullet wound. I grant medical power of attorney for these procedures to Kiko-Lyn Greg, here beside me.” Ninan thinks, accidental in that I did not intend to get shot.
With Kiko-Lyn’s help he climbs on the auto stretcher. “See you on the other side.” He points to his upturned cheek. “Hurts here too.” Surprised at this Indiana Jones flirt, she nevertheless leans down to brush kiss his cheek. As she does, he whispers, all serious, “Find out what is going on here Kiko-Lyn. Just who are Chinua Mills and this Nightingale were getting indebted to?”
After he rolls off, Dawn leads Kiko-Lyn to a hot-desk office facility deeper in the building. “I’ll be working here and you can wait in the adjoining cafeteria. There are automatic tea and coffee dispensers. They usually keep some dumplings on hand too. Help yourself . I’ll get back to you once I’ve uploaded this journal and passed on my report.” Dawn points to the cafeteria doors and turns to leave.
Kiko-Lyn pulls her back. “I have some questions. You are not just a private blogger are you? You’re a network correspondent? An agency spy? I want to trust all this, but frankly Ninan and I are nervous. What are we into here?”
Dawn outstretches her arms and grasps Kiko-Lyn’s shoulders. “I assure you, this is an honest facility with only your best interests in mind. I am an associate of an NGO, working to correct the injustices about which I blog. More I can’t say until I’ve conferred with my supervisor. Kiko-Lyn, I am who you thought. I’ve not misled you. I’m just an activist for what I write. Have some patience and get some food into you. Do you need medical treatment yourself?”
Kiko-Lyn says, “It has been a few days since I’ve stolen more than a drink of water from a sink. I’ll be ok if I can get some juice and food. But please, do not take too long.”
