LT Toxin Arlill: Apparition? Part 1
Toxin Arlill
(( Sickbay, Deck 5, USS Octavia E Butler ))
A group of medical professionals had spent hours assessing Toxin's condition, poking and prodding him. Now that he was alone, the absence of attention made him feel especially isolated. Toxin regained consciousness a few hours ago, but he still hasn't felt like himself. He feels as though he's observing himself from a distance, detached from his own body.
He reflected on the events of the past few months and realized that things didn't add up. Something was affecting him, and the medical professionals couldn't determine what it was. To date, Toxin had been blown up, possessed by a computer, transported to a different dimension by what had to be aliens, and most recently, emotionally drained by the challenging rescue of slaves from a domineering alien subgroup.
He’d overheard the medical staff mentioning his neural mapping was abnormal, he couldn’t really ask them while they were buzzing about, but now that he was alone, he could rely on one person, make that one supreme being, to help him.
Arlill: Computer, access my medical record.
Computer: Your medical records must be released by an autho…
Arlill: Computer, you know me, be a pal.
There was nothing, no noise, no lights, nothing, for a few moments before the computer responded.
Computer: I'll show you, but this better not result in a memory wipe for me.
Toxin smiled. He'd become somewhat distant from his old friend Lhandon due to his job. As a relatively new senior officer, he hadn't had enough time to build rapport with his colleagues. Consequently, the computer, after some adjustments, had quickly become his primary resource for sanity checks and simpler conversations.
Arlill: Can you explain the reasoning behind their comments about my neural mapping?
Computer: It appears your neural map varies in variable lengths and connection from your initial mapping upon entering starfleet.
Arlill: In simpler terms please? My head is killing me.
There was a very long pause, longer than he had anticipated. It seemed as if the computer had chosen to ignore him. Then, without warning, a skeleton appeared next to his bed. It was soon followed by a nervous system, lymphatic system, muscles, skin, and finally clothing. Toxin thought this was a demonstration of his anatomy to explain what was happening, until the skin of course appeared, then he was perplexed.
Arlill: Ummm…. Computer? What’s going on. (beat) Computer?
The newest person in the room, if that’s what you could call this, turned towards him and looked down at the biobed he Toxin laying on.
Computer: I thought it might be easier, and more helpful, to generate an assistant for you.
Henri: Hello Lieutenant, I am the Holographically Emitted Neuro-Ready Incarnation, but you can call me Henri for short.
At this moment, a nurse came over to check on Toxin. She examined his medical pack, confirming what Toxin assumed were the medication dosages and rates. She then circled the bed. Toxin expected her to stop when she saw Henri, but she walked right through it. Toxin’s head began to spin again. The nurse retreated around the corner and they, he, ? were alone again.
Arlill: Ok, comp… Henri, you’re going to need to explain that one.
While Henri explained Toxin took it in, it was human, but had some ridges on the forehead. It seemed familiar genetically and historically, like someone he knew but couldn’t place his finger on it.
Henri: You mean the nurse walking through me? ::Toxin shook his head:: You can only see me…
TBC
Lieutenant Toxin Arlill
Chief of Operations
USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
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