In the era of my great-great-grandfather (who was given this advice), there was a common medical mantra: "Go West, young man, where the air is clean and dry," as a solution to tuberculosis, which was fairly rampant at the time.

One can imagine a future in which a provider tells one of many IBS patients to "Go to space, young man, where your gut biome can sort itself out." Or alternatively, "Go to the upper ring of the rotating habitat where there's only 60% earth gravity" or any of a number of other gravity manipulations as a treatment.

And when the informant looked in the bag, he realized he'd better be halfway across the country in a witness protection program by later that day, because he was busted.

I genuinely lol'd.

Reminds me of when the Major terminated that bad man in the closet with extreme prejudice.

That's plenty of time for them to come up with a new proprietary standard.