LT Toxin Arlill: Sweet Pain
Toxin Arlill
(( 04-0403, Deck 4, USS Octavia E Butler ))
Toxin was released from the sickbay a few hours ago, concealing the fact that he would never be alone again. HENRI, his new subconscious, if that's what you could call "him", was currently quiet. He wasn't sure why, but he had no doubt that HENRI would return.
He’d just locked his door and retrieved a warm cup of hot chocolate from the replicator, extra sweet, extra cocoa, light on the mini marshmallows. His favorite chair beckoned him, he’d picked it up from a collector on earth he’d sat in one when his mother and he were on vacation in Colorado, their Spacebnb (Airbnb’s successor) had one. They were called an Eames Lounge chair and it was truly his favorite.
oO Henri: Are you ok? Oo
Toxin: What the!
Startled he spilled the hot cocoa down the front of his uniform and all over the his absolute favorite chair.
Toxin: You can’t do that to me, you almost gave me a heart attack.
oO Henri: Assessing (beat) incorrect, your cardiovascular system is functioning normally. Oo
Toxin: Not what I meant.
oO Henri: I’m sorry, can you ellaborate? Oo
Toxin: Nevermind.
He quickly replicated a few clothes and rushed over to clean up the chair. It seems the leather material was the reason it’s lasted this long. It had it’s fair share of scratches and repairs, but that made it even more unique and his own, it was like a fingerprint. Although, he’d gotten a few strange and judgemental looks from visitors over the years when they discovered it was made from real cows.
oO Henri: Just like the ship’s computer, I’m an LMS and only can learn when taught. Oo
Toxin: What you can’t just read my mind!
oO Henri: Affirmative, I can only interface with your auditory and visual nerves, it appears that was all that was necessary for the ancient computer’s interfacing. Although (beat) I do feel an interesting tingling feeling. Oo
Toxin looked down and realized he’d paid so much attention to the chair and this conversation with, well himself, that he failed to realize just how hot the cocoa had been and rushed to his bedroom. Stripping off his uniform he found his front lower portion, let’s say, was purple instead of blue and sensitive to the touch.
Toxin: Oh man, that’s going to sting for a bit… WAIT A MINUTE, you can feel that?
oO Henri: Apparently I can, it’s a fascinating sensation. Wait, this is exactly that a sensation, what an interesting occurrence. Oo
Toxin was uncomfortable with the fact that Henri was in his head, but knowing he could feel what he felt, yeah, that wasn’t great either.
Toxin: Ok, I know that sensation is probably fascinating and wonderful, do you have the ability to turn it off?
oO Henri: I don’t know, let me try. Oo
A few seconds passed and Toxin re-evaluated if he should tell someone, even Lhandon, who he hadn’t felt close to in a few weeks now and wasn’t sure he wouldn’t just go off and tell Tox or worse the captain.
Toxin: Well, did it work…
The pain he had been feeling on his legs and, well, other areas was suddenly gone. He poked at the purple and couldn’t feel anything. Panic set in.
Toxin: WHAT DID YOU DO?!
TBC / Tags!
Lieutenant Toxin Arlill
Chief of Operations
USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
Writer ID.: O239910TA4