2009-08-18 01:46 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry, Doctor.
Next time I'll try to be more punctual.
::gently sits down tray of freshly straightened supplies, turning to offer hologram a slight smile::
I thought we could use the time to catch up.
Hmm. It has been a while.
::circles biobed to examine her work, taking opportunity to do a swift visual scan of guest as well::
And I must admit...your presence here has been missed. Not the least because you alone...in whatever form...possess the ability to quickly and quietly rein in my co-worker.
...perhaps you would reconsider continuing your medical studies?
2009-08-18 02:23 pm (UTC)
::laughs, both amused and touched by the brusque and hardly disguised display of affection::
I miss you too...but I do believe you may be exaggerating your woes just slightly. Linnis really isn't that bad, is she?
I've detected a slight mellowing, perhaps due to age...although hopefully not, of course.
::lifts tricorder in guise of 'absent-mindedly' fiddling, beginning low level scan::
::lifts gaze discreetly to overhead, continuing musing::
Doctor Paris' personality, unique though it be, is actually less a problem than her inherent capability.
2009-08-18 03:13 pm (UTC)
::lifts brow at his indignant look, reaching over to pull tricorder out of his hand before it can crash to floor::
::clicks instrument off, replacing it on tray::
There's nothing wrong with it, Doctor, in fact, it's perfectly understandable. Linnis sometimes gets so caught up in what she's doing that she forgets to let others do as well. It can make you feel redundant occasionally.
::withholds sharp sigh of disappointment at interrupted investigation, moving back around biobed and to nearby terminal::
::begins calling up pertinant records for scheduled appointment, speaking over shoulder::
Kes, I've been redundant since the moment of my creation. I am the Emergency Medical Holographic program.
2009-08-18 03:43 pm (UTC)
That's a statement of perceived fact, not a denial of emotion.
::clasps hands behind back, returning surprised look back with a knowing one of own::
Wrongly perceived. Any other EMH program on any other starship might be redundant, but you've become so much more. Voyager's crew is aware of that, especially Linnis.
Have you ever considered that she might be as desperate to earn your approval as you are to earn hers?
She began this job as little more than a child herself, under the instruction of a parent. Now that my counterpart is gone, she has to defend her place here daily, even after so long.
A little reassurance can go a long way with even the proudest souls.
I do believe we already know that female human-Ocampa hybrids can reproduce quite well more than once...
::takes warning glare seriously::
As for the other matter, I can only postulate, Mr. Paris, but yes, it would seem so. My best theory is that numbers had to be swiftly reduced to accommodate more cramped quarters and limited resources after the...change of circumstances...on Ocampa. A shortened lifespan would compliment near-sterilization nicely to achieve a happy balance. There is of course no way to know precisely how large a difference was effected.
::scans audience...none of whom seem happy at the thought, at least::
And no way to know when, or if, the 'repairs' will end and return Miss Paris' growth to some familiar pace. We haven't even a clear understanding of how the aging process works for the hybrid members of your family not affected by attempted assimilation.
::smacks palm to forehead::
You made me come here just so you could humiliate me and say that you can't help me?
Strictly speaking, Miss Paris, you aren't ill, and even if you were, there are those who would enjoy the symptoms far more than you seem to be allowing yourself to.
Worst case scenario, it will take you a mere four decades to achieve full adult growth. Plenty of time in which to learn and consider which path you might wish to take in life.
Young Mr. Kim would have done well with such a gift.
::considers the probable horror such a scenario for an eye-popping moment, before remembering place and trying for moral support::
Cheer up, sprite. At least we know I'll still be around.
Hopefully. As long as Chakotay keeps on steering clear of the meaner natives.
::opens mouth, before realizing there's nothing to be said that wouldn't result in at least a decade of restriction::
::turns to hologram instead, putting on nice, pleading face::
Doc, say you're at least trying to find a way to fix it.
Of course an effort is being made, Miss Paris, do you take me to be completely insensitive and inept?
::chooses not to wait for answer, refreshing screen and pointing again::
In fact, I believe I already have a solution...in theory. I'm simply not certain how to put it into practice.
2009-08-20 02:32 pm (UTC)
::exchanges look with ltcmdrtomparis
, well aware of the rarity and gravity of such an admission::
Go on, Doctor.
Since these changes are being caused by nanoprobes, the most logical solution would be complete removal of all Borg technology from Miss Paris' system.
As you are aware, in the past external implants have cropped up and been successfully removed, but nothing attempted on a cellular level, for good reason.
::glances to annikahansen
, suspecting she may have latched on to thought process and might wish to pick up the explanation::