Dezyil Zh'Dograk-Zeth -- Me little secrets
Rebecca Iko
((Level 23, Science and Research Centre, Amity Outpost))
Galanis: If you’ll both follow me this way, we can see the rest of Robotics on our way toward Neurosciences. Is there anything in particular you’ll be needing to perform your work, Lieutenant?
Taelon: Oh, yes - though I can make do if the station doesn’t have one, I’d prefer to have access to an annular biomimetic scanner. They’re very useful for doing in-depth brain scans, but they’re also not incredibly common. I was hoping, as a station, Amity might have one - the Gorkon doesn’t.
Dezzie raised her eyebrows. Looking inside people's minds… who knew what messed up things they might find in there.
Galanis: …Ah, yes, of course. The annular biomimetic scanner. I know what those are called… though there are so many different scanners. What does the particular model you’re looking for look like?
Zh’Dograk-Zeth: I promise to “look with my eyes” this time.
She put her hands behind her back, as if to confirm and solidify that this time she wouldn't go snooping in cupboards—the other scientists sense of adventure was vastly different to her own.
Taelon: Oh, it’d look like a white ring, about 5 feet across, with a band on the inside with the scannerheads. They’re kind of hell to calibrate unless you have existing patient records, since they need to be attuned to the correct spatial parameters of the patient’s cellular systems.
Galanis: We have plenty of medical specialists on hand that would be happy to help, given authorization. I suppose we also have a specialist in finding things in drawers, so if there’s one on board I’m sure we’ll find it.
Dezzie gave a smirk.
Taelon: It would be best to not touch things, ma’am; contamination of samples is a severe danger in Neuroscience. Likewise - ::He looked to Niev.:: It’d be best if we avoid the cleanrooms on our tour, Lieutenant; as much as I’d like to see them, the observation rooms would work better than trying to get in…
Dezzie raised her hands.
oO I said I'd look with ny eyes… Oo
They moved into the next room, and the other two scientists seemed so… serious. Like they had to make sure everything went right. And while, yes, someone playing with brains should hold themselves to some kind of professional standard, it didn't mean they could forget that sometimes experiments had to go wrong. Even a Horticulturist like Dezzie had forgotten to water plants before.
Galanis: I wouldn’t dream of it, Lieutenant. The last thing I need is another scientist returning the favor by treating my mineral samples like a rock collection… again. I imagine you’ll have to go through the proper channels if you’re looking to visit one of those.
Zh'Dograk-Zeth: That was Crissy. Not me.
At least, she thought it might have been Crissy. But he'd needed to analyse minerals too. Something, something, no leaning tower of Pisa on Idrustix…
The trio moved forward into the room, and Niev indicated the hallway to their left. Which, with the numbers, almost looked more like a hotel than a science department.
Galanis: This is the primary observation corridor for the neuroscience labs. It's... quieter than planetary science, certainly. ::turning toward Taelon:: If it’s suitable for your work, I couldn’t say, but I haven’t heard any complaints.
Zh’Dograk-Zeth: Neither have I. I think it’s because Furahl sticks to the computer labs.
That Edosian was always complaining. There would be one day where Dezzie caved into her instincts and teased him further, but she’d kept herself well behaved enough to not do that yet.
Taelon: Response
Galanis: I confess neuroscience has never been one of my stronger fields. Fascinating work and implications, but trying to wrap my head around the whole thing jumbles it into a lot of… ‘brain and brain, what is a brain?’. Likewise with agricultural sciences. It’s sometimes hard to imagine having so much land you can feed a population from it.
Taelon: Response
Zh’Dograk-Zeth: And there’s a reason why tight-packed hydroponics took off, darl.
Galanis: Insight is always appreciated, though I suspect I'm better off with my minerals and weather patterns. If I may say… it seems intensely personal, what you do. Is it ever difficult, Lieutenant, working so closely with the biological core of who someone is? Rocks are complex, but they don't have opinions.
Dezzie chuckled to herself, thinking of the kind of person she used to be years and years ago.
Taelon/Galanis: Response
Zh’Dograk-Zeth: Y’know, I almost had a cerebral implant.
She crossed her arms, and went back to looking around the space for Taelon’s scanner without touching anything, as promised.
Taelon/Galanis: Response
Zh’Dograk-Zeth: Years and years ago, when I was having me kids, me brain broke, and I got real sick. They wanted to give me an implant to stabilise me, but ah…
She smiled, shook her head, and shrugged. Postpartum psychosis had been no joke, but she wasn't ready to properly open up to a couple of new mates about her lowest of lows in her whole 70 or so years which also included, among other things, the Dominion War.
Zh’Dograk-Zeth: Pretty sure I just ended up taking medication orally.
She chuckled.
Taelon/Galanis: Response
Zh’Dograk-Zeth: I will say darls, compared to neuroscience, Agriculture is far less complicated. And far more about good ol’ trial and error. You just gotta watch how the plants are growing. They'll let you know what they need.
Taelon/Galanis: Response
Tag/TBC
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Civilian Horticulturist
Amity Outpost
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