MSNPC Chief Scientist Hankins - Don't Touch
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Jona ch'Ranni
Jul 17, 2020, 4:54:41 PM7/17/20
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((Main Foyer, BetaGen Science Complex))
The Vulcan-Human (or was is Human-Vulcan) doctor had just asked Bert about what he personally hoped to get out of the BetaGen project. The balding doctor smiled and replied with gusto.
Hankins: Knowledge, my dear sir, knowledge. Imagine what wonders we can discover by examining these creatures up close. Why the bounds of pure knowledge are endless! Only last month we were able to identify an enzyme in one of our creatures that could go a long way toward curing irumodic syndrome.
Neathler: ::She raised an eyebrow:: And you'd be willing to share that knowledge to the world out there, or will it be sold to the highest bidder?
Hankins: ::slightly irritated:: My dear girl, I do not play politics and I do not receive a paycheck. I am here for science and science alone.
Thornton: Incredible... ::she muttered, temporarily stunned by the beauty.::
Neathler: Shall we continue? Show us the wonders of the lab?
Thornton: Good idea. ::she replied, moving with purpose to join the away team leader while fixing Doctor Hankins with an anticipatory expression.::
Fortune: I'm eager to see more!
Bert led the (in his estimation) appropriately-impressed group down the hallway toward his main lab. Reaching the locked door he tapped the keycode into the security panel and the doors obediently whooshed open.
((Primary Lab, BetaGen Science Complex))
Hankins: Here we are. Feel free to look around. ::beat:: Don't touch anything.
The room beyond the door was bright, large holo images adorned the walls, familiar strands of DNA rotating in 3-D detail. Bert especially enjoyed the Terran wooly mammoth one. Such a majestic creature.
Neathler: What does that do?
The security officer was pointing at the device hovering over the table that dominated the center of the room.
Fortune: Entrances your guests? ::she teased, grinning::
Hankins: That is the Reclassifier. It strips down the DNA to its most basic components and restructures them, filling any gaps with matching sections from other segments of DNA on file from the same or closely related species. The recombinant structures are then used ... well ... right here. ::He gestured grandly taking in the entire park around them.::
The red-haired Starfleet scientist slipped out her tricorder, snapping it open with finality.
Thornton: I hope you don't mind.
Hankins: ::cordially waving her toward the device:: oO Does it matter if I do? Oo
Loxley: It's certainly sleek.
Thornton: I'm reading bio-neural circuitry within this machine. ::beat.:: I didn't realise that there were other organisations besides Starfleet utilising the technology. I'm guessing it speeds up computer response times?
Loxley: Bio-neural? Really?
Fortune: How fascinating! How does that compare to other machinery? Are all the machines similar in that nature?
Hankins: ::patting the device lightly:: Oh, this reclassifier is quite the special device. BetaGen spared no expense in developing this beauty. It's probably the most advanced piece of technology we have here. Most of the equipment we have in our labs is the standard fare you could find in any dusty corner of the Federation. But this ... this is what makes the magic happen.
Neathler: Response.
Thornton: I'm impressed, Doctor. How does it work? Could you show us?
Fortune: Ooh, please? A demonstration would be interesting! ::she clapped her hands together, lacing her fingers with a grin.:: What does it do?
Hankins: Very well, I think we have a sample of Thallian razorbeaks that was delivered a few weeks ago.
--
The Vulcan-Human (or was is Human-Vulcan) doctor had just asked Bert about what he personally hoped to get out of the BetaGen project. The balding doctor smiled and replied with gusto.
Hankins: Knowledge, my dear sir, knowledge. Imagine what wonders we can discover by examining these creatures up close. Why the bounds of pure knowledge are endless! Only last month we were able to identify an enzyme in one of our creatures that could go a long way toward curing irumodic syndrome.
Neathler: ::She raised an eyebrow:: And you'd be willing to share that knowledge to the world out there, or will it be sold to the highest bidder?
Hankins: ::slightly irritated:: My dear girl, I do not play politics and I do not receive a paycheck. I am here for science and science alone.
Thornton: Incredible... ::she muttered, temporarily stunned by the beauty.::
Neathler: Shall we continue? Show us the wonders of the lab?
Thornton: Good idea. ::she replied, moving with purpose to join the away team leader while fixing Doctor Hankins with an anticipatory expression.::
Fortune: I'm eager to see more!
Bert led the (in his estimation) appropriately-impressed group down the hallway toward his main lab. Reaching the locked door he tapped the keycode into the security panel and the doors obediently whooshed open.
((Primary Lab, BetaGen Science Complex))
Hankins: Here we are. Feel free to look around. ::beat:: Don't touch anything.
The room beyond the door was bright, large holo images adorned the walls, familiar strands of DNA rotating in 3-D detail. Bert especially enjoyed the Terran wooly mammoth one. Such a majestic creature.
Neathler: What does that do?
The security officer was pointing at the device hovering over the table that dominated the center of the room.
Fortune: Entrances your guests? ::she teased, grinning::
Hankins: That is the Reclassifier. It strips down the DNA to its most basic components and restructures them, filling any gaps with matching sections from other segments of DNA on file from the same or closely related species. The recombinant structures are then used ... well ... right here. ::He gestured grandly taking in the entire park around them.::
The red-haired Starfleet scientist slipped out her tricorder, snapping it open with finality.
Thornton: I hope you don't mind.
Hankins: ::cordially waving her toward the device:: oO Does it matter if I do? Oo
Loxley: It's certainly sleek.
Thornton: I'm reading bio-neural circuitry within this machine. ::beat.:: I didn't realise that there were other organisations besides Starfleet utilising the technology. I'm guessing it speeds up computer response times?
Loxley: Bio-neural? Really?
Fortune: How fascinating! How does that compare to other machinery? Are all the machines similar in that nature?
Hankins: ::patting the device lightly:: Oh, this reclassifier is quite the special device. BetaGen spared no expense in developing this beauty. It's probably the most advanced piece of technology we have here. Most of the equipment we have in our labs is the standard fare you could find in any dusty corner of the Federation. But this ... this is what makes the magic happen.
Neathler: Response.
Thornton: I'm impressed, Doctor. How does it work? Could you show us?
Fortune: Ooh, please? A demonstration would be interesting! ::she clapped her hands together, lacing her fingers with a grin.:: What does it do?
Hankins: Very well, I think we have a sample of Thallian razorbeaks that was delivered a few weeks ago.
Neathler/Thornton: Response.
Fortune: Bet the others aren't having near as much fun as us!
Fortune: Bet the others aren't having near as much fun as us!
Bert placed a clear-lidded sample under the conical device. He tapped a series of commands into the control panel and pressed the activation switch.
Hankins: ::almost giddily:: Look over here on the main monitors. Watch what happens!
Neathler/Thornton/Loxley/Fortune: Response
The viewscreen showed the scraped cells and, with increasing magnification, the degraded DNA strands in the nuclei. A window of calculations scrolled past faster than could be read until the DNA began to separate into individual base pairs and then further into individual molecules.
Hankins: Top notch, eh?
Neathler/Fortune: Response
Hankins: ::excitedly:: And it's only half over. Watch this next part.
Thornton/Loxley: Response
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Bertrand Hankins
Chief Scientist, BetaGen Inc.
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