h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Nighttime in all sectors. A wolf howls at the holographic moon, over in the alpine section. Cool wind blows out to the sea. The Almas settle down for their naps.

*Fester wanders through a sweet-smelling pine forest as dawn begins to break. He looks quite out of place, dressed in his gas-mask and Storm coat that he wears to protect the outside world from his infection... He gazes slowly out across the horizon, taking in the surroundings.*

(Walks in, holomakeup disguising his true mechanical self.) Tell me about your infection. The ship knew when you first boarded.

[Fester] My infection is Nurgle's Rot, an illness that rots the body to a shrivelled corpse, then turns the victim's soul in to a Plaguebearer; a servant of Nurgle.

The illness is uncurabe, but I can stop it from progressing. This is my life's work. Sadly, it is something that even the greatest technologies in the galaxy cannot aid. I thankyou for the offer, but you cannot help me.

Ah... A metaphysical illness. Yes, I suppose current science won't help. It sort of breaks down in that gulf between science and religion. Have you talked to a priest about this?

[Fester] Yes. Kron, VIPER's Chaplain, has been most helpful. However, I'm here for a reason; I'm looking for a certain plant that I need for my experiments. I believe it may be needed for the cure...
*Sighs heavily* But then that is something I have believed many times...
*Looks around for a while, then walks over to a small, ultramarine plant.*
[Fester] Ah... could this be it? I will need the services of your medical bay.

Go ahead. Mi casa es su casa.