[The PCD comes on to the sound of several things clattering and shattering on the ground]

Damn it, Hawkings, you're lucky that wasn't something important. You're not supposed to be moving around while you're blind anyway.

S-sorry, Sir! It won't happen again, I promise!

Hm. Here, sit down... what was it that you wanted?

I'm supposed to give you a report of the latest numbers.

More bad news, I suppose.

Three blinded, two are deaf, four are mute, two are illiterate, and Anderson is complaining about headaches.

...I've already told Anderson he shouldn't be studying the spore mushrooms. But eleven. Less than I thought, but those damn voices. Was there anything else?

Another wave of people, Sir.

Damnit...this shouldn't be...

Sir?

No, nothing. Come, I'll walk you back to your room. Get some rest and when this is over, I want you back at your station crunching numbers, understood?

Yes, sir!

[The sound of footsteps crunching over glass and walking away can be heard as well as a door opening and closing before the feed times out.]