From the living quarters to the mess hall, it was the soundtrack to their hangovers, as they sipped coffee in groggy silence at breakfast. The sonics followed them through the hallways to the testing room, where the nurse was waiting to take them through the first task of the day. “How are you all feeling this morning?” she said, her ability to hear their mumbled responses hindered by earplugs blocking out the tones. She could judge by their faces that they weren't feeling their best. “Well, how about we get rid of that pesky veisalgia?” she said, to confused expressions. “Your hangovers, let's get those switched off.” Despite the murmurs from the group being almost inaudible, she could tell confusion was bubbling away. The nurse explained that buried within the menus were the options to turn various cognitive and biological functions on and off. After twenty minutes of struggling to think through the alcohol sludge dulling their concentration, the group all managed to track down the sub-menu.
