doctor beverly (
dancingmd) wrote in
driftfleet2015-03-06 04:56 pm
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Who: Dr. Crusher
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now
[The first thing Beverly becomes aware of is how cold she is. Something must be wrong with the environmental controls. She rolls over on her side and opens her eyes. Time to call Geordi-
Suddenly she sits up in alarm. This is not her bed. These are not her quarters. And this is certainly not the Enterprise. A big picture window on the other side of the room, open to the familiar view of a star field flying past, tells her that this is a starship of some sort, at least, though the design is not like any she’s ever seen before.
Reflexively, she taps the place on her chest where her combadge would normally be located. Upon discovering its disappearance, she clutches at the empty space on her uniform. Take some deep breaths. One, two. Okay, what’s the last thing you remember? They were all in Will’s quarters, playing poker, and Deanna was triumphantly revealing a royal flush, then … nothing.
Standing up, she begins to search the area for anything that might give her a clue as to what’s happened. That’s when she finds the communicator, sitting on a small table near her bunk. Tentatively, she turns it on, ignoring for the moment the disconcerting fact that she knows exactly how this device works, despite its obvious differences from Starfleet communicators.]
Hello? If anybody is listening, this is Dr. Beverly Crusher of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I am trying to get in contact with my ship. Please respond.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now
[The first thing Beverly becomes aware of is how cold she is. Something must be wrong with the environmental controls. She rolls over on her side and opens her eyes. Time to call Geordi-
Suddenly she sits up in alarm. This is not her bed. These are not her quarters. And this is certainly not the Enterprise. A big picture window on the other side of the room, open to the familiar view of a star field flying past, tells her that this is a starship of some sort, at least, though the design is not like any she’s ever seen before.
Reflexively, she taps the place on her chest where her combadge would normally be located. Upon discovering its disappearance, she clutches at the empty space on her uniform. Take some deep breaths. One, two. Okay, what’s the last thing you remember? They were all in Will’s quarters, playing poker, and Deanna was triumphantly revealing a royal flush, then … nothing.
Standing up, she begins to search the area for anything that might give her a clue as to what’s happened. That’s when she finds the communicator, sitting on a small table near her bunk. Tentatively, she turns it on, ignoring for the moment the disconcerting fact that she knows exactly how this device works, despite its obvious differences from Starfleet communicators.]
Hello? If anybody is listening, this is Dr. Beverly Crusher of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I am trying to get in contact with my ship. Please respond.

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[Wait. They switched out ELN's cortical stack for another? This isn't any better than what the Borg do to those who are assimilated. Beverly is getting more frustrated and upset.]
I'm glad you're still alive but they can't - you're a person. With your own thoughts and interests and feelings. To just exchange all those things for traits they like better... it's wrong.
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Don't talk about me like that!
[ She doesn't know what she's really objecting to, only that it makes her feel bad and wrong, and like she's sinking on the inside. ]
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I think we both need to take a step back from this conversation.
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I-if it's so - [ and her chest goes all tight, in a sob ] - so bad, why did they do it - to - to me?
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I don't know ... it isn't fair, but it isn't your fault.
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It - is. I was - inefficient.
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[ No one's ever called her a person before. ]
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