Tuvok's Game
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 5698
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Sir Josh stared at the monitor and, shifting the mouse, chose 'Continue to
meditate'. The computer screen immediately went black and then small
pinpricks of light began to appear upon the screen. Sir Josh sipped from
the glass of water which he brought with him from the kitchen; he still
thought this was boring. He was thinking of switching his character to
Paris when a bright flash caught his attention and an image of Lt.
Tuvok appeared in the center of the screen. ~~that's strange~~ thought
Sir Josh. ~~I thought this was a text-only adventure!~~
The image seemed to float in the immensity of the pinpricks of starlight. He was sitting in a lotus position and Sir Josh saw that plumes of incense began to rise from behind his back. The Vulcan had a serene look to his face and Sir Josh was so mesmerized that he failed to notice the hand that reached out from behind him. "AAAAIGGGH!" screamed Sir Josh. "Cruddlyitious, dude!" yelled Frank, Sir Josh's blond-headed surfer friend. "What's the deal SJ?" "How many times do I have to tell you, don't sneak up on me!" "Whoaaa!" said Frank. "I thought I was being polite by knocking on your door, but you didn't do nuthin, so I just walked in...don't have a cow, man." "Sorry, man," said Josh. "I just didn't hear you. I was playing this game. Take a look." Josh waved to the computer screen; on it was some black text against a white background, with a StarFleet symbol in the background. The text said: Personal Log, Stardate 54803.6, Lt. Tuvok recording. A synthesized T-cell, created by the Emergency Medical Hologram to treat an influenza infection in Ensign Fred Allar has interacted with an anomaly in Mister Allar's genetic structure. It has since mutated into a virulent airborne pathogen and is currently activating introns within the crew's DNA. This is causing the physical manifestation of traits (both physical and psychological) from long distant evolutionary ancestors. I have barrackaded myself within my quarters and have installed a force-field capable of filtrating the very air. This will not hold indefinitely, however, and my meditations have failed to aid me in my quest for a solution. I beleive that it is only a matter of time before the crew, altered beyond recognition, will either destroy this ship or leave it in a state of abandonment. The Captain has already succumbed and is in a cro-magnon-like state being held in sickbay. Too many others are also changed and/or changing. Both the Doctor and myself are attempting to do what we can to find an answer before it is too late. "Coooooool," cooed Frank. "Look at the options: using the computer contact the Doctor, contact the Bridge, locate Chakotay, leaving your quarters wearing a filtration suit head towards sickbay, towards the messhall, towards engineering." "Alright," said Sir Josh. "This is getting better and better."
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