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     Savant / Caring-Thoughts |
((OOC: This takes place during the two months between the last sim and the current one. )) The coords stirred as the alarm went off signalling the time for them to be up. They moved around their sleeping pallet and gradually got up, stretched and joined together forming the braid known as Lieutenant Junior Grade Caring Thoughts. Thoughts shuffled over to his replicator and ordered his daily intake of nutrients. To the average human it looked like a pile of mush. If they were to taste it they would find it totally flavourless. When he finished Thoughts exited his quarters and headed to the bridge. Upon his arrival he looked around and went straight to the engineering console which had become his usual duty assigment. This time however, as things were rather slow, Commander Daren had other ideas. "Good morning Lieutenant Thoughts." said Daren by way of greeting. "Good morning Commander." "I have something different for you today. It's going to be rather boring I'm afraid but it needs to be done and at the moment your the only non key officer that I can trust to do it properly." "I appreciate the show of approval Commander. What is it that you'd like me to do?" Daren smiled at the positive response. "One of the larger cargo bays hasn't been inspected or cleaned since we arrived in the M64 galaxy. I'd like you to inspect, cataloge and clean it out. You'll have a couple of days, which I'm sure you'll need. Should we go to red alert head back to the bridge." Thoughts responded with no hesitation. "Sounds like an interesting job actually. By your leave sir, I'll get right on it?" Daren nodded. "Dismissed Lieutenant." Thoughts shuffled back to the turbolift. "Deck 15." ..... Life was a constant chore for Savant. The program was no stranger to work, and in fact work was what defined it. To its constructed psyche, its self worth was defined by how productive it was. Many of the organics on board would admire this attitude but just as many showed concern. Savant was no slave, after all, and deserved leisure as much as any other. Savant gave that opinion little mind. It was far from unhappy in its role, and in fact preferred industry over idleness. Savant sometimes philosophised; was servitude really that if it was voluntary? Such thoughts usually came to little end, however, as the programs potentials shifted to ther tasks which had more concrete results. To file maintenance, for example. To the program, database maintenance was something like excersize. A good regimen of it was healthy, and it promoted good functioning. It sorted through the files on board diligently, keeping track of each files' useage histogram and sorting them according to utility. Some were relegated to the trash pile, others only reorrganized and placed in a more efficient order. Savant tidied up her living space with the industry of a maid. One item caught her attention, however. It was a large file which Savant had originally thought to be a member of the transpoter and replication banks. However, the file had been long dormant. She was about to discard the file as unuseful before something struck her as odd - the signature was alien, not from the ship proper. The program recoiled immediately, fearful. The alien infection she had aquired not so long ago was still fresh in her processing thread and her confidence had been shattered by the event. But it was still dormant, and Savant probed forward tentatively, tracing utilities active. ..... A few moments later Thoughts entered one of the secondary cargo bays and looked around. It was rather dark in the bay. "Computer, increase light amplification by 20 percent." The lights got brighter and shadows began to receed. Looking around Thoughts got to work. Six hours later he was near the back left corner of the bay. 45% of the job was complete. He slid a rather large but empty crate out of the way and was greeted with a sight of a very strange looking device. It had a dark console on the side, a large backup power supply which was currently not charged and what appeared to be a one man emergency transporter pad. It all was connected to a rather large black box that had no apparent purpose. Two cables streched out behind it and into an access panel. Leaning over he pulled open the panel and noticed one was plugged into a computer terminal while the other was lying loose inside. Obviously it was a power cable. Stepping back he pondered what this device could possible be for. He leaned over again and plugged in the power cable and then stood back to see what would happened. Suprisingly, Savant appeared seconds after he activated the device. She was all urgency and agitation at the moment, the hologram hanging in the air and sparking away as she barely bothered to maintain its appearance beyond generalities. A whitish haze fell over her features as photons escaped the binding fields. Thoughts turned from the device and was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the hologram. "Greetings Commander Savant. What brings you down here?" "Hello sir. Did you just plug that device in to the main computer?" Savant asked politely. "No I didn't as it was already plugged in. What I did do was plug in the power supply. Why do you ask?" "I was doing some file maintenance and came across a rather large dormant but alien file that I was about to quarantine and possibly delete when it became very active. I surmise that it was the moment this device powered up." Thoughts gave that some consideration. "Any idea what this is?" "No sir. It does have the look of an invention by a former crew member known as The Professor." Thoughts pondered that then said "Well I see no harm in hitting the blinking green light and seeing what happens. Do you?" Asked while pointing at the obvious start switch. Savant paused, unsure as to how to respond. "I see no immediate danger Sir. I'd concur with your decision." With that Thoughts tapped the button with one of his limbs and stood back as the device began to make a high pitched whine. The whine turned into a hum and sparks of light began forming at the center of what appeared to be a transporter padd. Then the familiar whine of a transporter beam was heard as the cargo bay lights began to flicker. A form appeared inside the beam and once it had solidified and man stood on the PADD. He looked ready to fight someone. He looked around and saw Savant and an odd looking creature. "Where am I?" he asked, obviously confused. Thoughts looked to Savant, who for the first time since Thoughts had met her was staring silently at the newcomer as if he were a ghost. An almost inaudible whisper escaped from her holographic lips "Captain Bentall?!" To Be Continued..... Written by Commander Savant and Lieutenant Junior Grade Caring Thoughts |