"I Think I'll Keep You"
Dana Katherine Scully:
This world was so alien to Beverly she could hardly believe that she had once inhabited it. Cushy biobeds and "Red Alerts", little flashing lights to give people some illusion of safety or awareness. Beeping monitors that take little readings to tell the Doctor about how the patient is feeling. Even Jean-Luc seemed foreign, sitting alert and fearful on his own little bed. Why is he so worried? Beverly thought. No matter what he does he'll just lose in the end.
As if in a trance, she stood up from her bed and walked around it, pushing at the foam and watching absently as it sprang back at her fingers. She looked awful: bags under her eyes, skin hanging from her bones, her once- healthy red hair hanging dull and dirty-blonde, with large patches missing. She walked as if she had never used her legs before, teetering dangerously as she put one foot in front of the other. She dimmly recognized a pain in her thighs, and a burning between them, but she was so far gone that she didn't react to it at all. Sick Bay was a mess, bodies in the corners in places, but she really didn't see. She was lost in herself, lost in her fear and her confusion, and the anger of betrayl.
Reflexively cluthing her aching stomach, Beverly vomited without seeming to notice, then laid back on her cushy bed and fell into a troubled sleep.
The Doctor was a nervous mess. If computer programs could bite their nails, he would have eaten several of his fingers. He knew the situation on the bridge, but he had also just witnessed Dr. Crusher's strange behaviour AND observed the increasingly agitated Captain Picard move to her side. "Captain! Please leave my patient alone for the time being!" he called, trying at the same time to formulate a plan to help the bridge crew.
"How the devil am I supposed to just leave her here dammit!" Picard cried, dangerously close to violence. "Do something for her!"
"Captain I am doing all I can to run a Sickbay, rescue the Federation Flagship, and stop a maniac android from destroying us all. I'm sorry but Dr. Crusher's vomitting is not life-threatening and will have to wait." The Doctor recited this as he rushed back and forth between his bridge monitor and a monitor of Beverly's vital signs (more erratic than he wanted Picard to know).
His plan so far for the Bridge crew was (he thought) genius. He would make of himself a computer virus, multiplying until primitive copies of himself would overcome Adat and disable his programing by assimilating it. He figured he could then use Adat's positronic brain to create an "Anti-Adat" that could guard the ship forever. Then again, he thought, it might just be enough to kill the b@stard.
His plan completed, the Doctor began making preparations to copy his program onto a virus program, and to begin distributing copies of himself all over the ship's systems. He downloaded himself into his mobile emitter after copying his programming, then began replication. Here goes nothing..
Dana Katherine Scully:
This world was so alien to Beverly she could hardly believe that she had once inhabited it. Cushy biobeds and "Red Alerts", little flashing lights to give people some illusion of safety or awareness. Beeping monitors that take little readings to tell the Doctor about how the patient is feeling. Even Jean-Luc seemed foreign, sitting alert and fearful on his own little bed. Why is he so worried? Beverly thought. No matter what he does he'll just lose in the end.
As if in a trance, she stood up from her bed and walked around it, pushing at the foam and watching absently as it sprang back at her fingers. She looked awful: bags under her eyes, skin hanging from her bones, her once- healthy red hair hanging dull and dirty-blonde, with large patches missing. She walked as if she had never used her legs before, teetering dangerously as she put one foot in front of the other. She dimmly recognized a pain in her thighs, and a burning between them, but she was so far gone that she didn't react to it at all. Sick Bay was a mess, bodies in the corners in places, but she really didn't see. She was lost in herself, lost in her fear and her confusion, and the anger of betrayl.
Reflexively cluthing her aching stomach, Beverly vomited without seeming to notice, then laid back on her cushy bed and fell into a troubled sleep.
The Doctor was a nervous mess. If computer programs could bite their nails, he would have eaten several of his fingers. He knew the situation on the bridge, but he had also just witnessed Dr. Crusher's strange behaviour AND observed the increasingly agitated Captain Picard move to her side. "Captain! Please leave my patient alone for the time being!" he called, trying at the same time to formulate a plan to help the bridge crew.
"How the devil am I supposed to just leave her here dammit!" Picard cried, dangerously close to violence. "Do something for her!"
"Captain I am doing all I can to run a Sickbay, rescue the Federation Flagship, and stop a maniac android from destroying us all. I'm sorry but Dr. Crusher's vomitting is not life-threatening and will have to wait." The Doctor recited this as he rushed back and forth between his bridge monitor and a monitor of Beverly's vital signs (more erratic than he wanted Picard to know).
His plan so far for the Bridge crew was (he thought) genius. He would make of himself a computer virus, multiplying until primitive copies of himself would overcome Adat and disable his programing by assimilating it. He figured he could then use Adat's positronic brain to create an "Anti-Adat" that could guard the ship forever. Then again, he thought, it might just be enough to kill the b@stard.
His plan completed, the Doctor began making preparations to copy his program onto a virus program, and to begin distributing copies of himself all over the ship's systems. He downloaded himself into his mobile emitter after copying his programming, then began replication. Here goes nothing..