Lieutenant Commander Anton Richards: Can Shoot Bad Guys
Anton Richards
(( Greaves & Katsim’s Quarters, USS OEB ))
Anton hadn’t really heard Peters speak up when he turned towards the replicator. He didn’t mean to interrupt him, but his enthusiasm had gotten the best of him.
Richards: You there, replicator! One phaser please.
Instead of a phaser. Of course, Anton had received another letter. He eyed it again with curiosity.
Peters: Curiouser, and curiouser.
The envelope looked similar to the other ones, with one slight difference, the words “Open me”
Katsim: That’s…different.
Anton looked towards Peri with a flattened stare. It was different, but not in the whole “Can shoot bad guys” that he had been asking for.
Peters: This is correspondence of a form I’m not enjoying anymore.
Anton looked towards Peters and let out a chuckle.
Richards: Yeah. That's one way to put it.
Peri reached in and grabbed the envelope, reaching out, and handing it to Anton.
Katsim: Since you requested the item.
He looked towards her before taking the envelope, holding it up to the light and shaking his head.
Richards: Nope. No phaser.
He opened up the letter and withdrew the paper inside. To his surprise, on the piece of paper was a small and simple depiction of a Starfleet phaser. He looked towards it and smiled.
Richards: Hey. Look.
He shifted his wrist, turning the paper towards them.
Katsim: Response
Peters: Well, I’m officially baffled now.
Peters: That’s not random.
Anton gave an appreciative nod towards the replicator, despite not getting exactly what he had asked for, he was mostly just happy that it didn’t produce another spooky ghost letter.
Peters: It produced a phaser… just not in a form we can use. Or chose not to. We asked for an object. It gave us a representation. It’s not repeating. It’s adjusting.
Richards: Well then, maybe we should be more specific with our instructions.
Katsim: Response
As she spoke, the replicator fired up once more, this time without command. Peters head snapped towards it and Anton looked back and forth between the pair.
Peters: …All right.
Richards: I’m not quite sure what I was expecting…
Katsim: Response
“Try Again”
Were the words that the replicator chose to produce, and Anton looked towards it even more curiously, he questioned what exactly the replicator could be asking for.
Peters: It’s not following a pattern anymore. It’s reacting to one.
Richards: Right… so what should we do?
Katsim: Response
Peters: We may want to be more deliberate about what we ask it to do next. Because I don’t think it’s guessing. I think it’s waiting.
Richards: Well. I had thought the phaser has been pretty particular, but maybe we need to be very specific.
Katsim: Response
They stood for a moment, just looking towards the replicator. Anton almost suggested another item for the replicator before he stopped himself. He guessed he shouldn’t be the one to have all the fun.
Richards: I got the last one. What do you guys think?
Peters/Katsim: Response
Anton nodded towards them, nodding.
Richards: Interesting idea. I like it.
Peters/Katsim: Response
Anton watched the replicator respond again. The light shimmering before laying yet another replication into the tray.
Richards: Well… that’s new.
Peters/Katsim: Response
[TAGS/TBC]
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Lieutenant Commander Anton Richards
Chief of Security
USS Octavia E. Butler - NCC-82850
T239802AR1
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