Cns O2 Toxicity //top\\ -

Elias frowned. The solenoid was adding too much oxygen. The sensors were drifting. He reached up to manually flush the loop with diluent—air—to bring the oxygen levels down.

Hiss-click.

"Stop fidgeting, Eli," Sarah said, checking the mixture on his primary rebreather. Her voice was muffled slightly by the hull’s thrum. "You’ve done this profile a dozen times. Two-twenty feet for twenty minutes. It’s a milk run." cns o2 toxicity

"You're back," she said, her voice trembling. "You're on surface air now." Elias frowned