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ataraxion2013-10-25 08:16 am
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010; (VIDEO) forward-dated to late on the 25th
[What you are seeing is Topher. Topher looks a little like hell. Someone may or may not have been avoiding dealing with one of his empathy links for SCIENCE (the first one worked out fine- that's how he knows enough to figure this out, but the second one...) ... Also, it's possible he's been occupied running scans and trying to figure out if he's wrong, which... he's still not convinced he's not.]
I've been working.... [He pauses, plants a palm on his forehead, and sucks in a breath.] I've been working on a theory. It's not entirely sound yet, but I was trying to run through every logical possibility before entertaining the notion that it might actually be... that, and... no dice. None. And it was bad enough when it was just memories, but now- now. Oh, it's much worse.
Whatever this is, it's on a synaptic level- whatever one person feels, the other person feels too. Observe. [He picks up something sharp and pricks himself, which makes him hiss in pain.] Now someone out there felt that. That means that we are doing some serious groupthink weirdness without the whole "all of us are Borg" BS- SO FAR. Who knows what it'll be in a few weeks. Or days. And what was the last thing 90% of us experienced that involved groupthink? Anyone?
[YEAH, TOPHER'S HAVING A BAD DAY. HOW ARE YOU?] I think we might be in trouble.
[He rubs his face.] And is anyone who was fully assimilated on Strela even still around? 'Cause that'd be a start to maybe possibly proving me wrong. Or right. But let's err on the side of blind optimism and assume my fancy medical degrees in neurology mean nothing and I'm just talking out of my... bottom area. Whatever.
[Maybe you should deal with your link first, Topher. MAYBE. There's science to do, okay.]
I've been working.... [He pauses, plants a palm on his forehead, and sucks in a breath.] I've been working on a theory. It's not entirely sound yet, but I was trying to run through every logical possibility before entertaining the notion that it might actually be... that, and... no dice. None. And it was bad enough when it was just memories, but now- now. Oh, it's much worse.
Whatever this is, it's on a synaptic level- whatever one person feels, the other person feels too. Observe. [He picks up something sharp and pricks himself, which makes him hiss in pain.] Now someone out there felt that. That means that we are doing some serious groupthink weirdness without the whole "all of us are Borg" BS- SO FAR. Who knows what it'll be in a few weeks. Or days. And what was the last thing 90% of us experienced that involved groupthink? Anyone?
[YEAH, TOPHER'S HAVING A BAD DAY. HOW ARE YOU?] I think we might be in trouble.
[He rubs his face.] And is anyone who was fully assimilated on Strela even still around? 'Cause that'd be a start to maybe possibly proving me wrong. Or right. But let's err on the side of blind optimism and assume my fancy medical degrees in neurology mean nothing and I'm just talking out of my... bottom area. Whatever.
[Maybe you should deal with your link first, Topher. MAYBE. There's science to do, okay.]
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I fired Zoidberg.
[That's the important part.]
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[DEFLECTING....]
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[DON'T DO IT TOPHER HE MEANS IT]
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[She could do it. If anyone could do it, she could. He's stuck knowing that there's an easy as hell way to fix this, but there's no way to approach it.] And I'm not stupid enough to hack my own brain.
[...not better.]
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[REALLY TOPHER.]
What was the theory?
[Because even if it's stupid, it is probably a thing he wants to know.]
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The nanites are... in the brain. Not just in our tattoos. They're everywhere, so we thought we could keep the ones in our heads from transmitting and prevent... something like this from happening. Like a mental block. Or a firewall.
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Then it's a matter of finding the right chemical tracer. Something that would make them show up on a scan.
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[It's like active architecture only WORSE.]
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[HE'S JOKING. HE PROMISES.] There's no sound way to go about it. And playing around too much could just trigger it that much faster. Self-fulfilling prophecies.
[And he's self-aware enough to know he has screwed up MASSIVELY playing around like this.]
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