(Main Sickbay Deck 10, USS Thor, on New Bajor orbit))
Quen: Analysis also indicates that your condition has not come about recently. We believe it may be a congenital anomaly or one which developed in your early childhood.
Alieth nodded at her colleague's words, before returning her gaze to her compatriot.
Alieth: From what we can deduce, you were aware of this condition, and for some reason it was deliberately omitted from your medical record. Can you elaborate about it?
Sirok: I do not know why it may have been omitted from my medical file. I have no control over what Starfleet doctors put on or do not put on. But my condition has not prevented me from working as a cadet, or later as a Starfleet officer. Telepathy is not an obligation for an officer and since I was a child I was taught with different exercises to alleviate my memory problems. :: Anyone who knew the Vulcan could remember him with a padd, or several in his hands. That's why it was rare to see him without them. ::
Addison closed her eyes, shook her head slowly and tutted her disapproval by clicking her tongue.
MacKenzie: Blaming doctors by for omission - inadvisable. ::to Quen:: Are there treatments?
Quen: None, as of yet. There has been… some success recently using integrozol and alkysine to encourage midbrain lesions to heal. But - its only been tried on children.
Sirok: My parents consulted with the best neurologists of Vulcan, but no treatment was able to improve my condition. But they were able to find someone to help me to adapt to my condition. :: His tone was the same as always, emotionless, monotone, robotic. The pride of a Vulcan if they allowed to feel pride.::
Addison pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow.
MacKenzie: ...so, you figured out how to fake it…?
Sirok: I can not fake my brain Doctor MacKenzie. ::He answered by looking at the screen.:: I know techniques to control the body, but I am not particularly skilled at them and never at that level.
Tangible silence hung in the room (and over the comm) for a brief moment. Deena’s eyes darted between MacKenzie and Alieth before settling on Sirok.
Quen: In other words - you figured out how to fake it. Enough to fool us non-Vulcans at any rate…
The petite Vulcan nodded sternly and folded her arms in front of her chest, while her slanted eyebrows lowered dangerously across her forehead.
Alieth: That seems to be the case. And while much of this does not affect your daily performance, it is a fundamental piece of information that can determine whether or not a treatment is effective if you are wounded. What would happen if you were unconscious and needed a medicine that would further damage that area?
Sirok raised his eyebrow at Quen's comment. Whether he believed it or not, he thought it was interesting that it was not in Starfleet records.
Sirok: I learned with one of the best, but that kind of body control was not in my interests. If I wanted to deceive Starfleet about my condition, the easiest thing would be to modify the files. And for this medical review, modify the machinery enough so that it would not be detected and then return to its optimal configuration. At that point the ship being rebuilt would do something like that without any record being left would be extremely easy. I do not know what may have altered my data, but I received approval at my check-ups at Starfleet Academy.
MacKenzie: Do you want a pat on the back for not altering or deleting the files, Lieutenant? Claiming ignorance about the data alteration doesn’t work with me, either.
Addison hoped the Vulcan-Human-Vulcan knew how lucky he was that she wasn’t physically in the room with him.
Quen: In the records or not, you didn't think a physiological anomaly ::she drew out the next word for emphasis:: just might be something we need to know.
Alieth: Apart from the fact that the deterioration of your memory should be tracked to see how it develops and that it will not affect your work. The life of many is in your hands too Chief Sirok.
Sirok: You are the doctors, if I have to go through additional checks to test my memory I will do so. So far all the techniques I have used to make it work to its fullest capacity have worked. It was partly because of them that I got the best engineering grades in my Starfleet class. So far my condition has only caused disturbances in my personal life, but not in my professional life.
Deena made a small noise best described as a snort.
Quen: Yup - you're getting a test all right.
MacKenzie: ::to the others:: It’s cute that he thinks he has a choice.
Quen: Mmn - it's adorable, isn't it?
The Vulcan doctor, however, did not engage in any form of verbal teasing.
Alieth: It is purely reckless
Sirok: There is always a choice Doctor MacKenzie. You just have to know and assume the consequences. :: Sirok could refuse recognition, but it would possibly mean losing his position as a Starfleet officer. ::
Quen: Thor almost blows up every month anyway without you adding to it.
MacKenzie: ::muttering:: One engineer with an… attraction to danger as the XO is enough of a liability as it is...
Sirok: Possibly the difference between "almost" and not being able to tell is the good work of the engineering team of this ship.
Alieth: It may be, or a simple statistical anomaly. And for how long will you keep avoiding a negative outcome in such fashion? And what will be the price?
[[TBC]]
As simmed by:
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Lieutenant Commander Addison MacKenzie, M.D., Ph.D., FASFS
First Officer
USS Resolution
V239601AM0
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Lieutenant Quen Deena
Medical Officer
USS Thor NCC-82607
E239602QD0
Member of the Spice Council
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Lieutenant Junior Grade Sirok
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Thor NCC-82607
Fleet Captain A. Kells, Commanding
E239702S10
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Lt. JG Alieth
Medical Officer
USS Thor NCC-82607
E239702A10
Image Collective Co-Facilitator Trainee
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