Lieutenant Anath G'Renn - Bartender.exe is not Responding (DS26)

[Anath G'Renn]

((Recreation Deck 2 - Level 27, Deep Space 26))

((Time Index: Two weeks after the Blackwell’s return))

 

::After the speech, Anath had found herself wandering around the perimeter of the room somewhat aimlessly. There were so many people in the ballroom and she was starting to feel a bit crowded. That in combination with the surprise of what had happened was making her just a bit uncomfortable. She stayed toward the walls to avoid the more crowded center of the room. As she glanced around the room, she kept an eye out for a quieter part of the room.::

 

::Her search ended when she noticed that the end of the bar seemed uncrowded. There was only one person there, having a conversation with the holographic bartender. Anath decided to approach and perhaps strike up a conversation with the sole patron. Everyone else in the room seemed to be engrossed in conversation. She couldn’t just stand around and try to avoid her crewmates for the remainder of the evening.::

 

::As she got closer to the bar she noticed that the man at the bar was actually Ensign Lor. What luck! She’d spoken with him briefly when the captain introduced him, but that had just been a momentary conversation. Anath liked getting to know the doctors who worked with her in sickbay, so it was an excellent opportunity to meet a new member of her team in a less formal environment than a meeting in her office. She could kill two birds with one stone. When she was just a few steps away from the bar, the bartender replicated a juice box and offered it to the doctor.::

 

Lor: Very funny, you creepy photonic piece of—

 

::At that the hologram started laughing in a clearly fake manner. This went on for a few moments before the bartender stopped emitting any noise. However, his mouth kept moving as if he were still laughing. Now that whatever issue was causing a problem with the bartender had been resolved she approached the bar and sat down on a barstool next to the ensign.::

 

G’Renn: Trouble with the holographic bartender?

 

Lor: ?

 

::She tried to keep her comments vague. It occurred to her that perhaps the doctor would be embarrassed if his superior caught him arguing with a computerized bartender. Hopefully she hadn’t caught the doctor at a bad time. It certainly wasn’t her intention.

 

G’Renn: Some jobs an auto-generated hologram just can’t do. Unless they can expand past their pre-programmed routines, they won’t be ::She motioned to the hologram, still caught in a loop:: great at the job.

 

Lor: ?

 

G’Renn: Given the number of doctors on this ship I think its safe to hope that we never have to activate that unless something terrible has gone wrong. Although I will admit, it does have its uses. It certainly has a better memory than either of us, perhaps both of us combined. Basically the database given humanoid form when you think about it.

 

::It wasn’t that she hated the Emergency Medical Hologram. She just despised the idea of handing over her sickbay to the computer. She didn’t doubt the skill of the Blackwell’s EMH system. Given its vast encyclopedic knowledge of every subject imaginable in the field of medicine, it had probably forgotten more than she knew. Pure technical aptitude wasn’t the issue. It was the idea of an ultimately unfeeling holographic avatar for the ship’s computer making the very important decisions that a doctor had to make. Given her track record with the replicator in her quarters, she wasn’t about to sign over that kind of control of sickbay to a computer if she could at all help it. Thankfully if the EMH was ever required, it was probably because she and a majority of the medical staff were incapacitated.::

 

Bartender: Can I get you anything, ma’am?

 

::Anath turned to look at the bartender in surprise. It had spent the past few minutes miming laughter without sound and not responding to anything that they had said. The sudden interruption hadn’t been expected. Now he was standing in front of her with a smile as if nothing had happened. Whatever glitch had clearly self-corrected and he’d picked up right where he left off.::

 

G’Renn: Just a glass of water please.

 

::While the bartender poured her drink for her, she returned her focus to Doctor Lor. It was time to learn a bit more about him and try to get a handle on what kind of doctor he was. She started with a fairly standard question that she asked every new medical officer in sickbay.::

 

G’Renn: Tell me Doctor Lor, where did you go to medical school. Starfleet Medical Academy or somewhere else?

 

Lor: ?

 

 

Lieutenant Anath G'Renn

Chief Medical Officer, USS Blackwell - Andaris Task Force

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