the first two days shadowing an experienced transportation person. Harry looked to be older than most of the patients he pushed around the hospital. He was a short cheerful man who didn’t seem to mind that he was missing almost all his teeth. The patients all seemed to know and like him. He was friendly and outgoing and always seemed to be just familiar enough with the patient’s health problems to have a light conversation. I thought he was a good role model for the position. Wednesday morning I began my real working life as a human. Technically I already was living as a human but when I reported to the hospital I would be having an impact on the lives of people I came in contact with. I would be a part of the human world that was spinning by each day. The first few days I didn’t do much and I had the feeling I was being observed. It was ironic. The observer was being observed. When I clocked in on the Monday morning of my second week, things were different. I was told by my supervisor Connie that I would be given “ongoing” assignments each week and random assignments as they came in. My first ongoing assignment was for Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I would be transporting a patient to and from the cancer transfusion wing. Marie was quiet and pleasant considering she had difficulty breathing and felt sick almost all the time. Marie had been battling cancer in the lymph nodes for about two years. She had just turned 84 years old. I attempted to slowly make small talk with Marie but on the second week she just made hand gestures to let me know she didn’t want to talk. I understood and just smiled quietly as I pushed Marie to and from her appointments. Marie didn’t seem to care about life enough to talk about it. It was a sad situation but I was determined not to let it affect me too much. I transported Marie back and forth to the transfusion wing for two months before she finally passed away. I felt relieved that she was no longer in pain or discomfort. Although I knew that all the pain and suffering that humans endured near the end of life was unnecessary, I thought I was adjusting to it and accepting it well. Coming from a culture where end of life comfort and assistance was as common and normal as sleeping, I knew I had to strive not to get too emotionally invested in each person I watched suffer and die. I handled it well for the first few months. Again I wondered if I was being observed. It wasn’t until my fourth month that I began getting assignments in the pediatric and young adult sections of the hospital. The first assignment that really began to eat away at me was Eli Bartlett. Eli was a 21 year old diagnosed with a soft tissue cancer first appearing in his legs and then spreading throughout his body. Eli seemed fearless as he joked about his illness but I knew that he was drifting in and out of pain each time I heard him unconsciously moaning. It was if a sudden sharp pain was stabbing him somewhere. I suspected it was his legs. It was the third time I brought Eli back to his room from the infusion wing that he showed me pictures from before he got sick. He was playing the drums in a rock band. He looked so completely different wearing a sleeveless shirt, with his tattooed muscular arms holding his drum sticks straight up in the air. He looked happy and invincible with his jet black shoulder length hair and bluish streaks running through it. Eli wasn’t that much younger than me. On my hospital paperwork it said I was 28. The CIPE program had some kind of complicated calculation to estimate our Earth age based on our Ranjisi age. On Ranjisi I was 54. I guess we were lucky living on Ranjisan. Not only did we live longer but due to the much lower gravitational pull, we appeared to age much more slowly. On Earth, I looked to be around 28 years old. Eli seemed to take a liking to me the first day I met him. Although I didn’t have any tattoos or piercings, he must have sensed that I liked punk