Sherlock woke her in the morning. She opened her eyes to find him sitting on her chest looking down at her with squinted, lazy eyes. He meowed as she sat up. "What do you want?" she asked. "It's too early," she said as she looked at her clock. He meowed again and jumped off the bed.
When she walked into the machine shop after getting dressed, Harper was sitting on the table reading a flexie. Felix walked quietly behind him, making sure he didn't see her. "What're you reading?" she almost shouted. Harper jumped off the table with a shout and turned around fast.
"Don't do that," he said out of breath.
"Sorry. I couldn't resist."
Harper put the flexie down on another table and slipped his goggles over his head. "What do you want?" he asked, rather rudely.
"Just to say 'Good Morning' to one of my best friends," Felix defended herself matter-of-factly. "What's your problem, Harper?"
"What's my problem?" Harper shook his head in disbelief. "What's your problem? You come in here last night and started yelling at me for something I didn't do, then you come in here the next day all sweet and happy?"
"What are you talking about?" Felix was confused. She didn't remember ever going into the machine shop the night before. She didn't even have a reason to yell at him, like he said she did.
"You are unbelievable, Felix," he said as he put his goggles over his eyes and started working on something. She tried to say something to him, but it was apparent that he was either ignoring her or couldn't hear her.
After her confrontation with Harper, Felix left machine shop and started walking towards command to report for duty. She thought long and hard as she walked to try and remember the night before. As far as she knew, she had slept all night without waking up. "Andromeda," she called for the ship.
"Yes, Captain Clark?" Andromeda's hologram showed up in front of her.
"Did I ever get out of bed last night?"
Andromeda paused for a moment as she searched her memory. "Yes, you did. Sensors show you got out of bed and went to the machine shop between 2300 hours and 2330 hours. While in the machine shop, your blood pressure rose slightly. Harper was in the machine shop with you."
"Why don't I remember this?" Felix became even more confused. She didn't remember doing anything like this.
Andromeda's image remained silent for a moment. "You were probably just sleep-walking, but I'd like to run some tests just to make sure you're okay. Report to the med deck after your shift."
"Sure," Felix agreed. She walked into the command deck and was confronted by Trance. "Hi, Trance."
"Felix," Trance said quietly as she rushed past her. Felix found this strange, but shook it off and went to work.
* * *
"My tests show what I feared," Rommie spoke gravely to Dylan. "She's showing the signs of a split personality disorder. She doesn't remember going to the machine shop and yelling at Harper because it wasn't her consciousness that did it. I think something is reminding her of the fear and anxiety she felt before we injected Felix's memories into the clone. The only way she can deal with it is to take it out on other people."
"Is there any way we can stop this before she gets dangerous?" Dylan asked, concerned that Felix might turn violent. Rommie shook her head sadly. Dylan thought for a moment. "Can't you synthesize a medication for it?"
"I could, but it wouldn't help all that much. She wouldn't have as many episodes as she would without the medication, but it would slow her down and make her useless as our computer technician."
Dylan thought thoroughly. "Give it to her anyways. Harper can take on her responsibilities. I just don't want her to endanger herself or the rest of the crew."
When she walked into the machine shop after getting dressed, Harper was sitting on the table reading a flexie. Felix walked quietly behind him, making sure he didn't see her. "What're you reading?" she almost shouted. Harper jumped off the table with a shout and turned around fast.
"Don't do that," he said out of breath.
"Sorry. I couldn't resist."
Harper put the flexie down on another table and slipped his goggles over his head. "What do you want?" he asked, rather rudely.
"Just to say 'Good Morning' to one of my best friends," Felix defended herself matter-of-factly. "What's your problem, Harper?"
"What's my problem?" Harper shook his head in disbelief. "What's your problem? You come in here last night and started yelling at me for something I didn't do, then you come in here the next day all sweet and happy?"
"What are you talking about?" Felix was confused. She didn't remember ever going into the machine shop the night before. She didn't even have a reason to yell at him, like he said she did.
"You are unbelievable, Felix," he said as he put his goggles over his eyes and started working on something. She tried to say something to him, but it was apparent that he was either ignoring her or couldn't hear her.
After her confrontation with Harper, Felix left machine shop and started walking towards command to report for duty. She thought long and hard as she walked to try and remember the night before. As far as she knew, she had slept all night without waking up. "Andromeda," she called for the ship.
"Yes, Captain Clark?" Andromeda's hologram showed up in front of her.
"Did I ever get out of bed last night?"
Andromeda paused for a moment as she searched her memory. "Yes, you did. Sensors show you got out of bed and went to the machine shop between 2300 hours and 2330 hours. While in the machine shop, your blood pressure rose slightly. Harper was in the machine shop with you."
"Why don't I remember this?" Felix became even more confused. She didn't remember doing anything like this.
Andromeda's image remained silent for a moment. "You were probably just sleep-walking, but I'd like to run some tests just to make sure you're okay. Report to the med deck after your shift."
"Sure," Felix agreed. She walked into the command deck and was confronted by Trance. "Hi, Trance."
"Felix," Trance said quietly as she rushed past her. Felix found this strange, but shook it off and went to work.
* * *
"My tests show what I feared," Rommie spoke gravely to Dylan. "She's showing the signs of a split personality disorder. She doesn't remember going to the machine shop and yelling at Harper because it wasn't her consciousness that did it. I think something is reminding her of the fear and anxiety she felt before we injected Felix's memories into the clone. The only way she can deal with it is to take it out on other people."
"Is there any way we can stop this before she gets dangerous?" Dylan asked, concerned that Felix might turn violent. Rommie shook her head sadly. Dylan thought for a moment. "Can't you synthesize a medication for it?"
"I could, but it wouldn't help all that much. She wouldn't have as many episodes as she would without the medication, but it would slow her down and make her useless as our computer technician."
Dylan thought thoroughly. "Give it to her anyways. Harper can take on her responsibilities. I just don't want her to endanger herself or the rest of the crew."