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           Laboriously Ellen Kosinsky pushed herself up off 
        the bed. First she stood only on one leg. Reluctantly 
        she then also set the other one on the floor. 
           And so it went. She stood - with both legs. 
           "There you are", the Doctor praised. "You see, with 
        time, it worked out magnificently." 
           As if she couldn't yet completely believe it, Ellen 
        Kosinsky made a few hesitating steps forward. Again 
        she succeeded, even if she pulled the right leg tight 
        somewhat. 
           "And now you should take the quickest way to the 
        gymnasium to train your leg", said the lady doctor. She 
        laughed quietly. "New muscles are still something. . . 
        to age. They must be brought to a trot only at the 
        correct time.
           "Yes, Doctor Russell", nodded the female patient. 
        Then she left the hospital ward. 
           Following the advice of the lady doctor, she set on 
        the way to the Fitness Center. Hobbling, she moved 
        forward. Her right leg seemed like a foreign body to 
        her, and she was surprised that it obeyed at all. In her 
        heart though, she did not doubt that she would soon 
        stop again to carry out the instructions of her 
        conscious. And this thought did not even make her 
        grieve. Whether she was a cripple now or not - what 
        role did she have to play anymore? 
           Then she stood before the door of the Center. The 
        gymnastic area was frequented mostly by Alphans who 
        had been exposed a long, or even just a short time, to 
        conditions of a lower gravitational force and their 
        limbs had to be accustomed again to the normal conditions 
        of the base. She had seen the Fitness machines nearby, 
        but had never felt any desire herself to workout.    
        
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