Matrix 07 ~ [Dictated... Somewhat]

[simulatedmedic]

Attention.

[The voice is robotic and female. People who have been working on the holodeck may recognise it as the voice of the Federation computer filtering through the journal.]

This is a message from the Emergency Medical Holographic Channel. All residents who are injured, please report to the clinic. All clinic staff not present, and not assisting more important matters, please report to the clinic. All residents who are able to assist with emergency medical matters, please report to the clinic, or assist other residents not able to reach assistance.

This has been a message from the Emergency Medical Holographic Channel.

[The next is written in neat handwriting.]

My apologies for the computer. It lacks the imagination to deaden the blow. My vocal subprocessors are affected also, so any verbal communication will need to come from the EMHC.

Apologies in advance.

Comments

Written

[iaimtomisbehave]

[Mal's handwriting is barely legible chicken scratch, made all the worse for the haste he feels.]

On my way. We expectin' more trouble than some lost voices, Doc?

Written

[simulatedmedic]

It can't help to be prepared. People are considering barricading themselves in the library, I'd rather take similar precautions with the clinic.

Written

[iaimtomisbehave]

Hope they have enough firepower to protect themselves. Barricades can fall right quick.

Written

[simulatedmedic]

Yes, well, unfortunately, I'm a doctor, not a revolutionary. Firepower isn't an option for me.

Help would be appreciated.

Written

[iaimtomisbehave]

Some folks might consider me a bit of a revolutionary. I can help, and I'll have firepower if we need it.

Written

[simulatedmedic]

If you're French, all the better.

Hopefully it won't be necessary, but security of vital points would be essential.

Written forever

[iaimtomisbehave]

I can handle security for the clinic at least. Know a couple people who could help out if we need 'em.

[simulatedmedic]

Much appreciated, Mister...?

[iaimtomisbehave]

Reynolds, Mal Reynolds. And I didn't catch your name, I'm afraid.

[simulatedmedic]

I'm the Emergency Medical Holographic program of the Federation Starship USS Voyager. Doctor will suffice.

[iaimtomisbehave]

Doc will hafta suffice. Didn't hardly get another word of what you said.

[simulatedmedic]

Luckily, it's written down.

Suffice it to say that I'm the emergency backup, should a crew's medical staff be incapacitated or overwhelmed.

[iaimtomisbehave]

Got it. I just started helping out in the clinic when Jennifer asked for help. Haven't been around long enough to meet everybody yet.

[simulatedmedic]

Dr. Keller, yes?

I regret that not even I have had the pleasure.

[iaimtomisbehave]

Dr. Keller, right. This place is so strange. She looks just like someone I know from home.

[simulatedmedic]

You would be surprised how inter-dimensional genetic re-occurance can happen. There have even been mirror-dimensions. Identical to one universe, barring one respect; everything is opposite.

[iaimtomisbehave]

Opposite, you say? So in one of these mirror dimensions, it could be a world where a different side won a war, something like that?

[simulatedmedic]

I'm a doctor, not an astrophyscist, but I'd say it's entirely possible.

[iaimtomisbehave]

Well doc, that right there is some creepifying information. Guess I been here long enough, I should believe that just about anything's possible.

[simulatedmedic]

I've been through my share of temporal displacements, spatial distortions... Believe me, Mr. Reynolds, the information is correct.

[iaimtomisbehave]

Oh, there's no doubting you. I'm sure it's right. Just a bit much to wrap your mind around, y'know?

[simulatedmedic]

I can imagine. Something that's the norm for one person may sound insane to another.

[iaimtomisbehave]

Lucky for me, my definition for insane is getting more and more narrow.

[savethedarkness]

[it's as good a place as any to help keep an eye on things, strategically. she wishes up a dry-erase board and a few markers, and a handbag to tuck them into, then writes neatly]

This is Emma. I'm on my way down.

[simulatedmedic]

Help would be much appreciated. Thank you.

[savethedarkness]

[once she arrives, she takes her usual post at her desk, where he's likely seen her on a regular basis helping with the paperwork. taking out her board, she writes]

I heard Allen left. How many does that leave us with for staff?

[simulatedmedic]

[The Doc is using a PADD to communicate.]

I'm not sure. I've been offline for a number of weeks.

[savethedarkness]

A number of weeks? Good Lord, what happened? Did something break...? [she can't pretend to know how all this futuristic stuff works, you know]

[simulatedmedic]

A program that I thought was lost resurfaced. He helped start work up on the holodeck project, apparently.

[savethedarkness]

What on Earth is that? Forgive me, I've been a bit out of touch myself.

[simulatedmedic]

A holodeck is a room on Federation Starships and installations that can simulate any environment programmed, from Sherwood Forest to the bridge of the famous USS Enterprise of Captain James T. Kirk.

It's also what you might call my natural environment.