So I'm replaying some Breen missions today and I get to the doctor and helping the patients as I've done a few times before. I help the patients and then I need to go talk to a Breen and find out how to get out a brain implant. No problems so far...... THEN I talk to the scientist and, in a lovely discussion over tea, he tells me how to remove the implant.
I run back to the doctor. I tell him how to remove the implant. I go recieve the request for asylum. We're all one big happy spaceship.
Meanwhile, back in the REAL world......
I picture myself running to help the patients.... Well, not really. I've overweight and a smoker, the patients end up dragging me to the table and the probed guy saves my life because he remembers just enough to remember CPR from childhood. " Father, are you okay now?"
I picture myself with a medkit and giving medication.... No, not really. It's more like I see myself blundering through in the "Oh my God" rush of adreniline and giving her the med she's allergic to

I picture myself with a brain scanner.... Yeah, about the same way MOST of us picture ourselves with a brain scanner.
I picture myself running back to the doctor, confident that I have the removal information he needs. One on the left, two on the right, two on the left, three on the right!!! ..... -OR- was that two on the left, three on the right, three on the left, one on the right...... wait wait wait.... it was four on the left, two on the right, one on the left...... Awww FUDGE, lemme go ask again....
So yeah, thanks Cryptic for allowing me the mindset of someone who has the mental aptitude of being in space in the first place.
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While I can agree with you, my post is meant purely as jest. This is not intended to be a complaint thread.