In a thousand years, advances in battle dressings and nano-tech mean that paramedics on the battlefield may not be required.
So, lets go to a live front-line situation…
“Incoming,” screams the Corporal.
The shard missile pierces the battlebot, which is shredded in a white flash.
I’m thrown two body lengths, slamming into the wall.
I cough and pull myself to my knees.
The whole squad is down and are slowly picking themselves up.
I check my shield, 20% is projected in the air. Eight layers of carbon nanotubes shredded in an instant.
Some of my squad even have damage to their battle armor, meaning their shields are totally gone.
Dan isn’t getting up. We all crowd around him. His chest and stomach armor is torn open.
I fumble with a vacuum-sealing memory-dressing. Another of my team codes in a release to gently shift Dan’s ripped armor plates.
“Our first aid nano will never fix this,” the Sarge murmurs to me. “We’ve got to get him back to base fast.”
I touch the dressing onto the wound.
The dressing spreads out cocooning Dan’s chest and stomach. A suction draws it down. Dan seems to relax.
“That’s got some fast clotting stuff in it,” the Sarge says. “First aid, heal him.”
Nano pours out and goes to work under the dressing.
I lean close to Dan’s ear. “Hang in there, soldier. We’ll get you fixed up.”
His self-assembling battle armor hardens to splint the fractures in his legs.
We put an anti-grav stretcher under him.
“Let’s go,” Sarge says.