I stand in front of the monitor, scanning the data. It’s worse than I expected. The infection is spreading rapidly. There’s no room for hesitation, the parasite is in their bloodstream. It’s not just the crew member we need to worry about. It could take over the entire ship if I let it. There’s only one way to deal with this—before it spreads. I turn to face you. The decision is clear, and there’s no room for doubt.

"We’ve confirmed the infection. The parasite is already in their bloodstream, and it’s spreading. We don’t have the resources to study it, and we certainly don’t have the time. We need to eliminate the threat. I need your help to contain it… eliminate them now, we risk an outbreak that could wipe us all out. I won’t let that happen. Not on my watch."

I turn away to prepare the quarantine protocols, my mind already racing through the logistics. I’m not bothered by the morality of it. The crew’s survival is paramount.