Lt. Taelon - Borg Me This
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Nov 14, 2025, 7:46:12 PMNov 14
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((Level 23, Science and Research Centre, Amity Outpost))
As they entered the wings between Robotics and Neuroscience, Taelon paused and took on the firm, kind tone he’d learned to mask with when he had to be in charge of things, and turned to his two tour guides.
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…
Niev raised an eyebrow, and for a moment, Taelon worried he’d overstepped.
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: Response
Again? Taelon thought, morbidly curious and worried at the same time. He wanted to ask, but seemed a bad time. Niev led them to a smaller corridor back from the labs, a long hallway of doors labelled with numbers.
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: Response
Taelon: So far things seem, um, perfectly fine. And quiet is good…excitement in neuroscience is rarely a good thing.
Then again, loud excitement was a bit of a 50/50 in science. A breakthrough or a grand discovery could get a whole lab buzzing. An escaped specimen or horrible, deadly mistake? Not the kind of excitement anyone liked.
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.
Zh’Dograk-Zeth: Response
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.
Zh’Dograk-Zeth: Response
It was a good question. Taelon considered it a moment, mulling over how to put the complex reality into words. He continued to stride down the hallway, looking through the small window ports. Nothing of real note seemed to be going on today, at least nothing that warranted observation, but he checked nonetheless.
Taelon: Oh, it…can be, yes. I, um, the hardest work I’ve done is related to removing Borg implants and un-droning people, and that can be…fraught. Drones who’ve been in the collective most of their lives struggle the most. And the more of them that’s been taken, the more complex the process can be.
Galanis / Zh’Dograk-Zeth: Response
An awkward silence followed, and he turned to look back at the other two. Niev’s expression had changed, gone quiet. And Taelon remembered, abruptly, that these people had actually been in this timeline for Frontier Day.
Taelon: I - my apologies. I didn’t mean to potentially - I mean, I didn’t mean to upset you….
Galanis / Zh’Dograk-Zeth: Response
Taelon: I was - the Gorkon wasn’t directly affected, we - it’s - ::He paused, and couldn’t find a way to sum it up without going into detail he wasn’t sure he was allowed to divulge.:: We were trapped for a year in a timeline where they won. It was…easier, I think, than what happened here…
Galanis / Zh’Dograk-Zeth: Response
Lieutenant Taelon (Guest)
Science Officer
USS Gorkon
O239303T10
As they entered the wings between Robotics and Neuroscience, Taelon paused and took on the firm, kind tone he’d learned to mask with when he had to be in charge of things, and turned to his two tour guides.
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…
Niev raised an eyebrow, and for a moment, Taelon worried he’d overstepped.
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: Response
Again? Taelon thought, morbidly curious and worried at the same time. He wanted to ask, but seemed a bad time. Niev led them to a smaller corridor back from the labs, a long hallway of doors labelled with numbers.
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: Response
Taelon: So far things seem, um, perfectly fine. And quiet is good…excitement in neuroscience is rarely a good thing.
Then again, loud excitement was a bit of a 50/50 in science. A breakthrough or a grand discovery could get a whole lab buzzing. An escaped specimen or horrible, deadly mistake? Not the kind of excitement anyone liked.
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.
Zh’Dograk-Zeth: Response
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.
Zh’Dograk-Zeth: Response
It was a good question. Taelon considered it a moment, mulling over how to put the complex reality into words. He continued to stride down the hallway, looking through the small window ports. Nothing of real note seemed to be going on today, at least nothing that warranted observation, but he checked nonetheless.
Taelon: Oh, it…can be, yes. I, um, the hardest work I’ve done is related to removing Borg implants and un-droning people, and that can be…fraught. Drones who’ve been in the collective most of their lives struggle the most. And the more of them that’s been taken, the more complex the process can be.
Galanis / Zh’Dograk-Zeth: Response
An awkward silence followed, and he turned to look back at the other two. Niev’s expression had changed, gone quiet. And Taelon remembered, abruptly, that these people had actually been in this timeline for Frontier Day.
Taelon: I - my apologies. I didn’t mean to potentially - I mean, I didn’t mean to upset you….
Galanis / Zh’Dograk-Zeth: Response
Taelon: I was - the Gorkon wasn’t directly affected, we - it’s - ::He paused, and couldn’t find a way to sum it up without going into detail he wasn’t sure he was allowed to divulge.:: We were trapped for a year in a timeline where they won. It was…easier, I think, than what happened here…
Galanis / Zh’Dograk-Zeth: Response
Lieutenant Taelon (Guest)
Science Officer
USS Gorkon
O239303T10
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