[V-OL Backsim] LTCDR Mei'konda - Rolling the Dice

[Mei'konda]

(( Officer’s Lounge, USS Veritas ))

Mei'konda: Of course.  My braain is frazzled.  I just thought I’d see about gettiing a fresh perspectiive.

Greyson: :: smiling. :: Any time. Let's take a look.

:: The PADD slid across the table easily as both Caitian and Terran picked up their drinks and took a sip in unison. Carter was reading through it at a relaxed pace, taking his time comprehending the gravity of the problem. ::

Mei’konda: This problem only cropped up aafter I left the project and traansferred to the Veritas.  It’s almost liike the computers haave a mind of their own, and are beiing stubborn.

:: The mention of bioneural circuitry taking on a mind of its own was a common problem area from the textbook. Most of the time it was beaten into submission by a complex programming algorithm, but this time there seemed to be no mention of such being tried. ::

​Greyson: Interesting.​

Mei’konda: I’m not reaally sure what to make of it.  Perhaps if I haad direct access to her, I could do some work and help diagnose the problem, but… I don’t see how, from here.

​Greyson: What I used to do back at the academy was reverse algorithms, which worked well enough in simulation. :: He pondered over another swig of coffee, then repeated the class of the ship quietly as though lost in thought for a moment. :: Galaxy...​ :: Audibly :: When we had this sort of discussion in our bioneural components class, we usually ran a few dozen simulations with different approaches to make the system behave. I'd have to check my programs again to see if that was one of the types we played with.

:: Mei’konda leaned back in his seat, swirled his tea in one hand, and considered.  Seemed like he’d come to the right person with this. ::

Mei'konda: Galaxy class ships seem to be… touchy, yes?  Some taake well to the converrsion from isolinear to bioneural, some do not.  In any caase, thank you.  Sounds promiising, Greyson.

:: As Greyson tugged his own PADD out and laid the device on the table nearby, the Caitian smiled back at him. ::

Greyson: Anything to help, sir.

:: Was that a mischievous smile from the engineer, after an incoming message?  Oh, the Caitian was curious.  It was in his nature.  But, perhaps, none of his business just at the moment.  When Greyson slid his PADD over, Mei’konda plucked it up and examined the data displayed on its screen. ::

Greyson: Greyson-G23 may be the one you're looking for. Reverse algorithms on all auxiliary systems with bioneural components, which slows down the processing speed during dry dock so that everything can be processed at a speed which won't fry the computer core, which was one of the last systems to be upgraded.

​Mei'konda: Indeed?  Sounds promiising.  I just hope that Commander Yeager can fiigure out how to impliment it.

Greyson: In theory, you wouldn't replace the core until you were certain all the other systems worked. Hence why you'd slow the speed of the other systems as a debugging mechanism before you'd put it in.

:: Mei’konda nodded, thoughtfully. ::

Mei'konda: We’d consiidered that approach.  We thought that instaalling the new cores and allowing them to graadually acclimate to the ship’s refitted sysstems would allow for an easier adjustment period.  Perhaps the Astraues simply… did not want to do it that way.  Sometiimes, I’d sweaar that modern Starfleet vessels are as sentiient as we are.

Greyson: Response

Mei’konda: Mhm.  It was somethiiing of a roll of the dice, I suppose.  Thaank you for your help, Greyson.  If all goes well, I’ll maake sure you get credit for it on your Starfleet record.

Greyson: Response

:: The Caitian finished his drink with one more swallow, set the glass down, and rose to his feet, after copying the program from Greyson’s PADD to his own. ::

Mei’konda: Very much so.  I’d better go traansmit this.  Have a pleasant evening, Lieutenant.

Greyson: Response

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Lieutenant Commander Mei’konda

Operations Officer

USS Veritas

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