Lt (jg) Jania Nis - Cyborg Bug Monsters from Outer Space
Jania Nis
((Computer Core Entrance – Deck 7 – USS Octavia E. Butler))
Grend: What happens if there’s a lockout?
This question also interested Jania. She thought she knew, but she wanted to hear Morro say it in case she was being overly concerned.
Morro: Response
oO Ah, okay. Great. Oo
Yinn: My two first thoughts: the holodecks have a tremendous amount of data storage. If we wiped them all, then combined they might be able to handle the e'Tezel.
Yinn: And I haven't spent much time in the cybernetics lab — the Bynars basically chase the rest of us out — but they might be working on something that could help.
Arlill: All great ideas. We’ll head to the holodeck first, see if we can’t stabilize the (beat) program? (beat) ::to Morro:: Let’s get this core stabilized, shall we?
Grend: Let me help.
Caras: Aye sir. I’ll get to work to see what I can do to prevent a core lock. Luckily all of my important holodeck programs are back up on my personal chips.
Arlill: Same, that and the Ops… ::stopping short:: Yinn, can you help Morro and I with stabilization, ::looking at Nis:: can you treat Morro here, at least make sure he’s stable?
Grend: I’m….I'm sorry …again.
With Morro finally seeming to have recovered, Jania was able to focus for the first time on the figure in front of her. The Zet did have a certain surreal beauty to them; the light in the ship glittered on the carapace of the runaway heir the same way light reflected off a insect's shell. It was almost iridescent, and it reminded her of the way beetles used to take to the sky of Trill at dawn on misty mornings camping with her mother. And the thick whiskers on his chin--they'd been called vibrissae in the species report--glowed as if bio-luminescent.
She’d never seen a Zet up close before, but this one had a gentle expression. She could see the sadness at his situation burned onto his face. It was certainly different than what she'd been led to expect.
Yinn: Response
Nis: As long as you’re more careful this time.
Caras: Yes, Doctor. And I believe I can do most of it laying down. Also is making our own Zet body a possibility or is that something frowned on by Starfleet?
Arlill: ::before Nis or Yinn could answer:: I imagine it’s frowned on?
The Zet gasped, all six of his eyes widening.
Grend: No no that's…. We shouldn't but…we should try. Yes. We should try and bring him a new body
So presumably the answer was that it was frowned upon in their culture. But why? She’d heard they use husks of some sort. These presumably weren’t Zet who had already lived full lives, or the husks. They were probably grown for this purpose. She hoped they weren’t sentient before the rehusking. She hoped it wasn’t their children, hollowed out and used. But if that were the case, creating some sort of synthetic husk was even better. To her, it eliminated the moral quandaries, not increased them.
Nis: The e’Tezel is where the consciousness resides anyway, right? It’d be no different than a cyborg.
Yinn: response
Caras: Prince… Grend? The commander and I might need your help. If you can identify the… parts of your Father. We can start working on a containment algorithm. Then if Yinn is able to get her solution ready, we can extract it and at least hold the data. Hopefully all before a corelock. If the computer stops… there is no chance.
Arlill: Sounds like a plan, let’s get to work. (beat) I’ll work on re-sequencing these chips if you ::to Morro:: want to work with the prince to (beat) do what you just said…
Grend: Okay, Okay right, It’s a cloud and each particle of the cloud is given a value, but there is no order to it when it is captured, that’s the job of the computer the traitor currently has.
Caras: Response
Nis: If there’s an organic component, we could certainly analyse it. Biobeds put together the complex pieces of injured organisms all the time.
Yinn: response
Morro was in the process of reinserting one of the system monitoring chips when a red glow came over the room.
Computer: =/\= Alert, possible intrusive software detected, attempting to isolate. Possible lock out in 5 minutes. =/\=
oO Uh oh. Oo
Jania glanced around the room to see if the others were as concerned as she was. Grend certainly seemed to be.
Arlill: Caras, how long do you still need?
Grend: What does that mean?
Caras: Response
Arlill: Well, that’s close, but better than 6 minutes.
Caras/Yinn: response
Nis: How are you storing your father’s essence currently?
Grend: At the moment, I just have his unsorted code here. I tried to upload him to the computer but...well...yes. We have to find a way for the code to be reassembled in the right way.
Yinn: response
Nis: Yes, that’s right. If we had a better idea of how the process works biologically, we could be better primed to help.
Arlill/Caras: Response
Grend: It’s like you build it. Start with the basics like their name, and then more is added on until it gets more complex and you start adding things like memories. ::beat:: But if you get the order wrong, you can change anything about them—who they are, what they like, what they hate.
Nis: Those are quite the high stakes. Are there ways to assure the information is processed correctly?
Arlill/Caras/Yinn: response
His voice cracked with desperation as he leaned forward, all six eyes wide and pleading.
Grend: Please, you must understand - this isn't just data we're talking about. This is my father. Every memory, every lesson he taught me, every moment we shared... if we get this wrong, the person who comes out won't truly be him. He could forget me, forget who he was, forget everything that made him my father. I can't…
Arlill/Caras: Response
Nis: It sounds like a legitimate concern. Is there some sort of generally-accepted point of no return when it comes to information corruption?
Yinn: response
Nis: Sir, if it’s alright with you, we can scan you with the tricorder while they’re working on the computer. It’ll give us a better idea of the makeup of your organism.
Yinn/Arlill/Caras/Grend: response
Nis: Lieutenant Yinn, you said the bynars are working on something? Do you think they could make some sort of temporary host?
Yinn/Arlill/Caras/Grend: response
Tags/TBC
Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Jania Nis
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Octavia E. Butler NCC-82850
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