November 2005 - Post Selection (1)
ON: Secret Meeting of the Holograms
Day: 10 Time: 02.30 Scene: The Lounge
Abe (npc) had been deactivated when the lounge was shut down. Being a program, he was blissfully unaware of the events that were transpiring throughout the ship. At least he had been until Doctor Hereward (npc), the ship's Emergency Medical Hologram, showed up. The EMH wasn't sure how he had made it to the lounge. The last thing he remembered was being in Sickbay undergoing a Level III diagnostic.
Had anybody been in the lounge at the time, they would have witnessed a most extraordinary event. Abe appeared suddenly, as though his program had been activated. He didn't have any stock response to initiation, although "How may I help you?" and "Can I get you something?," had both been considered and discarded by his programmers.
Hereward's appearance, if you will, was pivotal in Abe's future, although the effects of it might not be seen for some time. It wasn't clear exactly how Hereward not only activated, but managed to merge with, Abe's program, in much the same way the light form had merged with him earlier.
Once they were inseparable, each was exposed to the other's data. Hereward learned more than he could have ever hoped to want to know about the culinary arts. Some, Lieutenant Orthis among them, might say that was to the crew's detriment. Abe was overwhelmed with the amount of medical data in Hereward's databases.
It would never be known whether it was by mutual agreement or coercion that they decided to exchange data. Hereward padded his databases with information about the crew, who had ordered what at the lounge, how often, and in what quantities. He cross referenced and correlated this data with each crewmember's medical history. The results were interesting. In some cases, medical issues that had been seen in Sickbay made much more sense. Of course if the Bolian Ensign Inguit (npc) was eating Ratamba stew three times a week, she would exhibit symptoms of an allergy to certain chemicals. And it was unlikely that she would ever think that the stew was any sort of causal factor, so she'd never mention it. Hereward had a much better idea how to treat her now. And she wasn't the only one, oh no. Lieutenant Orthis. Why it was a wonder the man hadn't collapsed from clogged arteries. What kind of healthy, nutritious, breakfast was a chicken burger with extra tikka sauce, fries (light on the salt), double onion rings and half a pint of warnog?
Hereward was favorably impressed with Doctor N'we's food choices. Sensible, light, sufficient nutrition. Somewhere, his approval was acknowledged as respect for the CMO. She could probably use a few more calories per day, but her selections were excellent. Captain Persson's diet met with his approval as well. Sulvik, though. Would the Vulcan be better off as a vegetarian? The other non-Human members of the senior staff received special scrutiny, and Orthis wasn't the only one who was found wanting.
For his part, Abe received more complete nutritional information on all the foods he had in his database, and many of his recipes were "adjusted" so as to provide healthy alternatives. Sure, the crew could still have ice cream, but dairy milk was so fattening, and an astounding number of crewmembers appeared to have some sort of lactose intolerance. There were other substances one could use as the base for ice cream. And as far as Hereward, or Abe for that matter, knew, they tasted about the same. If Targ milk was good enough for Klingons, surely, it was good enough for ice cream. If not, there were other substitutions that could be made.
Abe was delighted that, with the additional information Hereward provided, he would have a much better idea which beverages to recommend with which dishes, even down to the particulars of each crew member. It was clear to him now that Aldebararan Whiskey was the perfect compliment to I'danian Spice Pudding, although he would never have made the association without the new data from Hereward. Maybe now Miss Craig would see that he had some value. He would be able to help her increase revenues. What diner wouldn't want to return to an establishment where they didn't even have to mention their personal preferences and needs to have them taken into consideration with every order?
However they had managed to facilitate it, it was by mutual agreement that the two holograms terminated the merger. They each had what they needed from the other.
"Thank you, Abraham," said the EMH.
"Thank you, Enguerran" the holowaiter replied.
Hereward disappeared, for the third time.
Abe stepped behind the bar, and, whistling, began to plan the next day's menu.
OFF :
Lieutenant Jamaica N'we
CMO
USS Dark Matter
Day: 10 Time: 02.30 Scene: The Lounge
Abe (npc) had been deactivated when the lounge was shut down. Being a program, he was blissfully unaware of the events that were transpiring throughout the ship. At least he had been until Doctor Hereward (npc), the ship's Emergency Medical Hologram, showed up. The EMH wasn't sure how he had made it to the lounge. The last thing he remembered was being in Sickbay undergoing a Level III diagnostic.
Had anybody been in the lounge at the time, they would have witnessed a most extraordinary event. Abe appeared suddenly, as though his program had been activated. He didn't have any stock response to initiation, although "How may I help you?" and "Can I get you something?," had both been considered and discarded by his programmers.
Hereward's appearance, if you will, was pivotal in Abe's future, although the effects of it might not be seen for some time. It wasn't clear exactly how Hereward not only activated, but managed to merge with, Abe's program, in much the same way the light form had merged with him earlier.
Once they were inseparable, each was exposed to the other's data. Hereward learned more than he could have ever hoped to want to know about the culinary arts. Some, Lieutenant Orthis among them, might say that was to the crew's detriment. Abe was overwhelmed with the amount of medical data in Hereward's databases.
It would never be known whether it was by mutual agreement or coercion that they decided to exchange data. Hereward padded his databases with information about the crew, who had ordered what at the lounge, how often, and in what quantities. He cross referenced and correlated this data with each crewmember's medical history. The results were interesting. In some cases, medical issues that had been seen in Sickbay made much more sense. Of course if the Bolian Ensign Inguit (npc) was eating Ratamba stew three times a week, she would exhibit symptoms of an allergy to certain chemicals. And it was unlikely that she would ever think that the stew was any sort of causal factor, so she'd never mention it. Hereward had a much better idea how to treat her now. And she wasn't the only one, oh no. Lieutenant Orthis. Why it was a wonder the man hadn't collapsed from clogged arteries. What kind of healthy, nutritious, breakfast was a chicken burger with extra tikka sauce, fries (light on the salt), double onion rings and half a pint of warnog?
Hereward was favorably impressed with Doctor N'we's food choices. Sensible, light, sufficient nutrition. Somewhere, his approval was acknowledged as respect for the CMO. She could probably use a few more calories per day, but her selections were excellent. Captain Persson's diet met with his approval as well. Sulvik, though. Would the Vulcan be better off as a vegetarian? The other non-Human members of the senior staff received special scrutiny, and Orthis wasn't the only one who was found wanting.
For his part, Abe received more complete nutritional information on all the foods he had in his database, and many of his recipes were "adjusted" so as to provide healthy alternatives. Sure, the crew could still have ice cream, but dairy milk was so fattening, and an astounding number of crewmembers appeared to have some sort of lactose intolerance. There were other substances one could use as the base for ice cream. And as far as Hereward, or Abe for that matter, knew, they tasted about the same. If Targ milk was good enough for Klingons, surely, it was good enough for ice cream. If not, there were other substitutions that could be made.
Abe was delighted that, with the additional information Hereward provided, he would have a much better idea which beverages to recommend with which dishes, even down to the particulars of each crew member. It was clear to him now that Aldebararan Whiskey was the perfect compliment to I'danian Spice Pudding, although he would never have made the association without the new data from Hereward. Maybe now Miss Craig would see that he had some value. He would be able to help her increase revenues. What diner wouldn't want to return to an establishment where they didn't even have to mention their personal preferences and needs to have them taken into consideration with every order?
However they had managed to facilitate it, it was by mutual agreement that the two holograms terminated the merger. They each had what they needed from the other.
"Thank you, Abraham," said the EMH.
"Thank you, Enguerran" the holowaiter replied.
Hereward disappeared, for the third time.
Abe stepped behind the bar, and, whistling, began to plan the next day's menu.
OFF :
Lieutenant Jamaica N'we
CMO
USS Dark Matter