((Sickbay, Deck 5, USS Octavia E. Butler))
The Symbiont known as Nis had been interested in technology and the wonders it held … some time before 2121 CE. Since then, Nis had sort of lost interest in technological progress. There were some incidents with the transporter back in the 2140s that left it emotionally scarred, but honestly, it wasn't just that. It was more that things happened so fast; after hundreds of years, it was all too hard to keep up with.
The Trill known as Jania had -never- been interested in technology. It was as easy to look at a broken arm and say, "That bone there should be inside the skin" as it was to run a tricorder over the same. More complicated problems required it, but she was determined not to let it be a crutch.
Together Jania and Nis had the amazing ability to graduate Starfleet Academy with some of the lowest engineering scores possible.
And what Jania was looking at here was an engineering problem.
At least most of the modelling system was intuitive. You just hit the “model” button and it did the hard stuff for you. The issue was going to be when she needed to figure out how to make the model … work.
Nis: We’re routing the model to Nurse Zeka to print it now.
Sh’shelor: What would be the step after that?
For Jania, it was hard to put into words. This wasn’t like a typical medical plan for her, which was a combination of treatment and observation of the patient’s own ability to heal. Treatments like that could easily be broken into steps.
But in this case, Ithri would get up and walk away as soon as the unit was switched back on. All they had to do was understand the power mechanism. Figuring out that mechanism, though -- there was the rub.
Nis: The model will give us the basic functionality. The on switch. The hope is, once we figure out the mechanism, we turn it on again and you get up off the table. If there’s a software issue, we won’t be able to fix that … unless we had access to the maker. This is definitely a custom job.
Sh’shelor: I am not sure I am able to tell you this information.
Jania nodded. People refused to give out medical information all the time, for dozens of reasons, and “it’s classified” was a common enough reason in Starfleet.
Nis: If you can’t, you can’t.
Sh’shelor: Response
But a moment later, Jania’s comm came alive.
Zeka: =/\= Sir, the model failed. =/\=
Nis: =/\= It won’t start? =/\=
Zeka: =/\= It won’t even stay in one piece. It collapses. There’s some element the computer’s not detecting. =/\=
After taking a deep breath, Jania turned to Ithri once more.
Nis: Your medical documents are protected under privacy regulations. If you have some sort of enemy technology in you, it’s possible a very zealous admiral could invoke Military Command Exception on the files. But presumably Starfleet reviewed the equipment when you joined and found it to be unconcerning.
Sh’shelor: Response
Nis: We’ll ask one more time, and this is the last time. I’ll shut my mouth for good on the subject and we’ll investigate additional strategies for repair. But … if your choice was between telling us the source or never walking again, would that change your decision?
Sh’shelor: Response