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[aphoenixsong]

SCREEEEEEEEECH!

[A pause and then...]

SCREEEEECH SCREECH SCREECH!

[One can almost see Albus scratching his head and sighing.]

It cannot translate Mermish. What a shame. I had hoped to share a poem I once read on a stone underwater. Clearly that will not be possible.

I do apologize if I startled anyone. Mermish is a curious language. It is most unpleasant on the ears above water and yet it is almost lyrical once you join the Mermaids in their natural environment.

Comments

[aphoenixsong]

I am so sorry. I had hoped for a soothing entry.

[a_11]

It might be better to trial this before interrupting people's work. Filters exist for a reason.

[Don't mind Dr. Zimmerman. He's this cranky to everyone.]

[aphoenixsong]

If I caused you to have a headache, I might be able to help with that. I should make amends.

[a_11]

I'm a hologram. I don't get headaches.

[And there's a beeping noise in the background.]

And unless you know how to program Starfleet computers, there's nothing you can help with.

[aphoenixsong]

I'm afraid I do not know about holograms. [...] Computers? Muggles in my world are fond of them, though I have never used one.

[a_11]

[More insistent bleeping.]

Oh, for... Give me a moment.

[And he's just going to leave the journal open, disgruntled muttering can be heard.]

I'm a diagnostic matrix, not a computer programmer. How did I get roped into this... Computer, run boot-up program Zimmerman-Theta 42.

[And he's back.]

I'm afraid if you don't know anything, you won't be able to help.

[aphoenixsong]

Are you experiencing difficulties? [All of that technical jargon goes right over his head, though he can guess the hologram isn't having a good time.] I am incredibly intelligent and I imagine I could learn in a short time.

[a_11]

I have some technical manuals for exactly what I require assistance with. If you wish to help, I can arrange for them to be delivered.