Lt. Taelon - Inherited Principles
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Alison Hardwick
Oct 28, 2025, 7:51:50 PM (5 days ago) Oct 28
to USS Gorkon – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Sickbay, Deck 7, USS Gorkon))
Taelon: I hope the planet was a little less exciting for your team…?
Finch: Three words. Bathhouse. Ambush. Benamite. That’s all you’re getting out of me.
Taelon’s eyebrows rose, his immediate mental image one of a lot of chaos. And nudity. And…well, hopefully that hadn’t been what happened. But given his own team’s experience, the chaos part seemed to have been a plague on everyone.
Taelon: Oh…that sounds, um, unpleasant.
Finch: Do you know, I never knew mines could be so smelly. ::She huffed, then wrinkled her nose.:: So go on then! Lets have the full brief. What are we doing with my enhancers?
She handed him a small box, simple but elegant in its practicality. Taelon flipped it open.
He had no context for the enhancers, really; to him they were a simple, somewhat impractical solution. To have to switch them out so often over an organic eye seemed both an unpleasant and potentially damaging process.
Taelon: Well - my thought, if you’d like, was to address the need for these at the level of, um, your eyes themselves.
Finch: Ah, yes, my eyes! ::She nodded, smiling bright.:: Then I’ve got one very important question — will they get turned into lasers?
Taelon looked down at her, baffled. They…well, it wasn’t impossible, but it didn’t seem any more useful in the long run than the simpler ocular overlays.
Taelon: I, ah…do you…want them to be lasers?
Finch: Response
Taelon flushed just a bit. Right…a joke. With the way people reacted to cybernetics, he could never really tell. Some had bizarre ideas about what they were for, others assumed the Borg method was the only one.
He’d been raised surrounded by a different perspective - that cybernetics were completely normal, if not desirable. They let the user achieve amazing things, gave them whole new perspectives, and gave the injured or disabled a new life entire.
The Borg were the antithesis, the opposite of that perspective. They were not an example of anything other than what not to do. But Starfleet - and the Federation as a whole - had conflated the two so thoroughly that he sometimes wondered if their minds were even possible to change.
He was quiet for a moment, setting the little box down with care. When he spoke, it was with an oddly authoritative tone, teacher-like.
Taelon: Well - I would like to study these, and see what effect they’ve had on your eyes. And if you are interested in a more permanent solution, I’m happy to work with you to develop it.
He looked up at her - well, down, but his ducked head was nonetheless indicating a degree of compassion - and continued.
Taelon: That said - any cybernetic solution will follow the core principles. So don’t - you don’t need to worry.
Finch: Response
Taelon: Ah - sorry, um, it’s - ::He switched to a language untranslated.:: Ansettali'té, pali tandu briavé, sovfla monusi ohna kanéro. Which means, um - ‘From the heart, compassion; from the mouth, consent; and from the body, comfort.’
Finch: Response
Lieutenant Taelon
Science Officer
USS Gorkon
O239303T10
Taelon: I hope the planet was a little less exciting for your team…?
Finch: Three words. Bathhouse. Ambush. Benamite. That’s all you’re getting out of me.
Taelon’s eyebrows rose, his immediate mental image one of a lot of chaos. And nudity. And…well, hopefully that hadn’t been what happened. But given his own team’s experience, the chaos part seemed to have been a plague on everyone.
Taelon: Oh…that sounds, um, unpleasant.
Finch: Do you know, I never knew mines could be so smelly. ::She huffed, then wrinkled her nose.:: So go on then! Lets have the full brief. What are we doing with my enhancers?
She handed him a small box, simple but elegant in its practicality. Taelon flipped it open.
He had no context for the enhancers, really; to him they were a simple, somewhat impractical solution. To have to switch them out so often over an organic eye seemed both an unpleasant and potentially damaging process.
Taelon: Well - my thought, if you’d like, was to address the need for these at the level of, um, your eyes themselves.
Finch: Ah, yes, my eyes! ::She nodded, smiling bright.:: Then I’ve got one very important question — will they get turned into lasers?
Taelon looked down at her, baffled. They…well, it wasn’t impossible, but it didn’t seem any more useful in the long run than the simpler ocular overlays.
Taelon: I, ah…do you…want them to be lasers?
Finch: Response
Taelon flushed just a bit. Right…a joke. With the way people reacted to cybernetics, he could never really tell. Some had bizarre ideas about what they were for, others assumed the Borg method was the only one.
He’d been raised surrounded by a different perspective - that cybernetics were completely normal, if not desirable. They let the user achieve amazing things, gave them whole new perspectives, and gave the injured or disabled a new life entire.
The Borg were the antithesis, the opposite of that perspective. They were not an example of anything other than what not to do. But Starfleet - and the Federation as a whole - had conflated the two so thoroughly that he sometimes wondered if their minds were even possible to change.
He was quiet for a moment, setting the little box down with care. When he spoke, it was with an oddly authoritative tone, teacher-like.
Taelon: Well - I would like to study these, and see what effect they’ve had on your eyes. And if you are interested in a more permanent solution, I’m happy to work with you to develop it.
He looked up at her - well, down, but his ducked head was nonetheless indicating a degree of compassion - and continued.
Taelon: That said - any cybernetic solution will follow the core principles. So don’t - you don’t need to worry.
Finch: Response
Taelon: Ah - sorry, um, it’s - ::He switched to a language untranslated.:: Ansettali'té, pali tandu briavé, sovfla monusi ohna kanéro. Which means, um - ‘From the heart, compassion; from the mouth, consent; and from the body, comfort.’
Finch: Response
Lieutenant Taelon
Science Officer
USS Gorkon
O239303T10
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