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Date:2003-12-21 23:20
Mood: worried

If you want my professional opinion, this is the most insane course of action any member of the Voyager crew has ever intentionally embarked upon. It's insane, it's highly dangerous and it counts as High Treason under Federation law for several very good reasons. To alter the past...

My memories of the crash are... disjointed. My program was severely damaged in the crash and further harmed by the cold and ice. I've had a quick look at the diagnostic reports and, quite frankly, I'm amazed I'm still more or less myself. At least, I think am.

I remember... I was tapped into the bridge to keep track of proceedings. Everything was going to plan, but then the phase variance cropped up and it couldn't be corrected. Something about quantum flux. I think we lost contact with the Flyer about then, shortly before we lost control of the Slipstream drive itself. I remember the inertial dampeners failed, then the artificial gravity, coms systems, life support... I could feel the ship falling around me.

Then, just before I think we hit the atmosphere, there was a moment of silence. It seemed to hang in the air forever. Everything was perfectly still and peaceful and serene. I couldn't even hear the engines or feel the ship shudder. And then there was nothing.

Next thing I know it's fifteen years later and I've been rescued from an icy tomb by the new and improved Bonnie and Clyde. Who've activated me because they need my expertise to retrieve a piece of information from one of Seven's Borg implants so they can use another item of stolen Borg hardware to re-write history.

Perhaps I should name myself Rip Van Winkle.

Ensign... Harry harrykim seems to be the driving force behind the operation. He's changed quite a bit, and not just physically, though it would appear that the stresses of the last fifteen years have aged him more than he should have. He's more assertive and far less tactful. But I also think it's fairly obvious that he hasn't stopped blaming himself for what happened.

Chakotay chakotay is something of an enigma. While he, too, is not the man I knew, by my perspective, less than a day ago, his changes are more subtle. I'm not actually sure why he's here – he seems to have moved on with his life. He even has, for want of a better word, a 'girlfriend' in the form of Tessa.

Speaking of Tessa, I'm even less sure of her motivations. I can't think of a single reason why she'd risk indefinite imprisonment (or worse) to blot over this timeline. Things seem to be going well for her in it (at least they were up until now), and I doubt she would have met Chakotay in other circumstances.

Myself, on the other hand...

In exasperation I once called Voyager "the ship of the damned". I have no desire for that truly to be the case. It's time to tempt Fate.

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Date:2003-12-17 19:24
Mood: shocked

I must profess I find myself at something of a loss for words.

Fifteen years. And everyone else is dead.

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Date:2003-11-28 14:01

power source detected
commencing initialization sequence
initiating uplink
systems check

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initiating sickbay systems diagnostic sequence level 5
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initiating uplink
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program detected
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searching for program diagnostic software
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commencing initialization sequence
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program detected
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initiating stand-by mode: 02.00.00-1-7x


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Date:2003-11-27 13:22
Subject:Into the Lion's Den
Mood: anxious

Well, it certainly has been an eventful few days.

Lt. Torres (paristorres) and her team have finally completed work upon the slipstream drive. Thanks to it, if all goes well, Voyager will be back in the Alpha Quadrant in a matter of days as opposed to years. The bulk of the crew appears to be quite understandably thrilled with the prospect, and a celebratory party ensued down in Engineering. Unfortunately, my own attendance was cut rather short, due to a minor medical emergency.

Seven of Nine (seven_of_nine), I'm pleased to say, is starting to become more relaxed in large social situations. Perhaps a little too relaxed. By the time I got her to Sickbay (mercifully we encountered only a few other crewmembers on the way), her blood synthehol level was over .05 - which I'm sure I don't need to remind you is well above the regulation .02 limit for duty officers. As it turns out, Borg and synthehol simply don't mix; her nanoprobes, being the highly efficient little assimilation devices that they are, helped the synthehol be absorbed into her bloodstream at three times to normal rate for a human female. I've advised her to steer clear of any potential intoxicants in future.

Given the number of hangovers I dealt with this morning as a result of the evening's festivities, perhaps it's for the best. Honestly, you'd think the crew had never heard of the word 'moderation'. I'll be sending you a report to that effect shortly, Captain.

However, in amongst it all, a surprisingly sober Lt. Paris (_tom_paris_) discovered an instability in the drive of some sort, that would see our trip come to a sudden and indeed rather sharp stop shortly after entering the slipstream. Ensign Kim (harrykim) has come up with a plan that apparently should allow us to safely navigate our way through. Given that said plan involves the Commander (chakotay) piloting a shuttle mere seconds in front of Voyager, I can't say that I'm feeling particularly comfortable about the way events are proceeding.

Actually, I think I'm beginning to have second thoughts about this whole endeavor. I suppose it comes down to the fact that, perhaps moreso than any other crew member, my status upon reaching the Alpha Quadrant will be completely up in the air. At present, under Federation law, I have no legal rights or guaranteed status. I'm not even officially a member of Starfleet, let alone a citizen in good standing. To make matters worse, I learnt on my last trip to the Alpha Quadrant that my entire series could very well be obsolete and out of service by now. And the Federation has some very strict guidelines about technology obtained from the future which, if I've interpreted them correctly, could see my mobile emitter be confiscated or, worse still, destroyed.

I don't think I could bear to travel all that way only to find myself once more trapped inside a tiny room. It was quite bad enough during One's stay, thank you very much.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to finish preparing Sickbay. If something goes wrong during the passage... Well, I shudder to think.

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Date:2003-09-04 20:22
Subject:The Impossible Has Happened
Mood: jubilant

Amazing though it is, the rumours you've been hearing are true: Captain Janeway (kathrynjaneway) has actually decided to heed my advice for a change and has taken half the day off. As I told Ensign Kim (harrykim) earlier today, I was quite frankly astonished. I had expected our most recent exchange to prove a futile one as, indeed, every exchange along these lines has to date.

A small victory, but an important one nonetheless! Perhaps now, with the Captain's acquiescence and, indeed, good example, it will be easier for me to get the rest of the crew to start taking their personal health seriously.

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Date:2003-09-01 00:13
Mood: pensive

It's not often that Ensign Wildman goes in Away Missions, due to the simple fact that she is the only parent aboard Voyager, being mother to three-year-old Naomi Wildman (naomiwildman). So naturally it would appear that Samantha, her daughter and the mission have become the primary topic of conversation amongst the crew - for those of us not involved in the slipstream project, at least.

It's hard at times to believe Naomi is three Terran years old. Her half-Katarian physiology accelerates her growth-rate considerably compared to most humanoid children (Ocampans notwithstanding, of course). With the advanced physical development has come advanced mental development; she's a bright and imaginative child, and, as such, began schooling aboard the ship some months ago. Since we have no qualified teachers for young children aboard, we instead have had to make do as best we can with a curriculum of our own devising.

To date, Neelix and her mother take care of most of Naomi's basic instruction - reading, writing, computer use, basic mathematics and the like. For information they are unable, unqualified or don't have time to provide, Naomi tends to come to the various department heads for lessons each week. I, for example, tutor her in Biology and Health three to five times per week, with piano instruction to be added sometime in the future. Tuvok (_tuvok_), on the other hand, I believe is teaching her Vulcan as well as Federation Law & Principle, while various other people tutor her in Science, Human Language Studies and other topics of interest to her. Even the Captain (kathrynjaneway) has been know to hit the books with our youngest crewmember from time to time.

Speaking of learning, I've been completing some studies of my own with regards to the fascinating Species 8472. I'm beginning to think it will take even as gifted a physician as myself years, if not decades, to fully understand their physiology. Regardless, enough secrets have been surrendered for me to have developed several promising new treatments, in particular a powerful anti-biotic agent. Though the projected side-effects of the agent so far would prove lethal to most subjects, I'm confidant that, with a little refinement, I'll eventually be able to add yet another revolutionary new treatment to my stable.

In addition to my studies of the 8472's, I have been following the events onboard the USS Enterprise with some interest. Lt. Commander Data (_data_), as I'm sure many of you are aware, is the only other non-organic life-form serving within Star Fleet at this point in time. Apparently he somehow came into contact with a bizarre alien entity who, accidentally or otherwise, over-wrote large tracts of his personality and even some segments of his memory and lead him to become a danger to both himself and his crew. The situation was dire enough that Q (qcontinuum) apparently stepped in and gave the alien a sound telling-off while Data's friends (geordie_laforge, wes_crusher), crewmates (cnslrdeannatroi) and Captain (cptpicard) attempted to capture the errant android and restore him to his usual self.

I'm pleased to say that if similar circumstances arise in our neck of the woods, the Voyager crew would do much the same for me (even if I can't count on the aid of an omnipotent being). Indeed, in the past they've always done everything in their power to fix me when my program has malfunctioned. The time I mistakenly attempted to alter my own personality matrix, the time I somehow became convinced that I was my creator...

Well, now that I think about it, I do have to admit that I can think of at least one occasion where there has been nobody spare to fix me. Or rather I can recall bits and pieces of the incident in question (I was undergoing a severe memory fragmentation at the time) and Kes filled me in on the rest. I believe we were under attack by something at the time and B'Elanna was needed in Engineering for some reason... All I really remember is being made to look at a number of fractal patterns, arguing with someone over my name and attempting to leave the holodeck, all of which were accompanied a feeling of extreme confusion.

I must say, it's very disconcerting to find I have gaps in my memory. I simply don't forget things. Unlike most beings I've encountered, I do, of course, normally have perfect and total recall. To not be able to bring something more or less instantly to mind is not a comfortable state of affairs at all. Unfortunately, Lt. Torres (paristorres) has told me that the files lost in the fragmentation are irretrievable, and, worse still, the error then has made me more prone to corrupted and lost memory files now, particularly amongst older files linked to my personality subroutines. Every now and then something goes missing, but I'm told it's not really anything to worry about. Easy for her to say - Humans are used to this sort of thing happening.

I hold out hope that the error might one day be corrected with access to a true holoprogramming facility. Until such a time I suppose I shall just have to make do with a mere near-perfect recall.

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Date:2003-08-08 13:50
Subject:The 8472's
Mood: relieved

I can't say that I've taken much pride in my work the past few days. Creating biological weapons, or indeed, any weapons at all goes against much of my core ethical programming. However, as the Captain (kathrynjaneway) pointed out, the nanoprobe torpedoes are the only thing that we know works against the 8472's, and only Seven (seven_of_nine) and myself have the knowledge to create them. It's a cold comfort at best, I'm afraid. Better is the knowledge that this time we were able to avoid using them.

Given that the threat to Voyager and the Alpha Quadrant from the 8472's is now gone, I intend to formally request that the modified warheads be immediately destroyed.

During the project, Seven of Nine was of invaluable assistance. It's nice to work with an efficient and practical assistant for a change, even if her dislike of the 8472's is of some concern. She also 'donated' nanoprobes for several of the 21 torpedoes we were able to construct. Since the loss of so many nanoprobes poses a significant health-risk and will greatly reduce the efficiency of her Borg systems, I've ordered that she spend at least the next 48 hours regenerating in the hopes she will do at least half that. I hate to say it, but when it comes to following medical advice she certainly is turning into one of the crew. That is she thinks when it comes to health she, not the medical professional, knows best.

On a more positive note, I did finally have the chance to conduct a series of in-depth scans on a member of the 8472. They are a simply astounding race from a medical perspective. The sheer level of redundancy built into their system puts fifty Klingons to shame and their immune system... Well, it's simply incredible! Not to mention the density of their DNA coding, their cranial structure or the sophistication of the genetic engineering that allowed the unfortunate 'Ensign David Gentry' to become almost indistinguishable from a true human being. A less gifted physician then myself probably wouldn't have realised he was dealing with an alien, let alone be able to work out how to reverse the change.

There is certainly a lot to be learned from the 8472's and I have a feeling that the data I've collected is going to see my other projects take the proverbial 'back seat' for the foreseeable future. It should be more than worth any delays on my other research, however, as I'm certain my findings will lead to even more brilliant medical breakthroughs.

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Date:2003-06-25 22:24
Subject:The Don'ts of 'The Do'

Though several people have taken time out to apparently 'point out the error of my ways', I still fail to see exactly what was wrong with my latest slide show presentation. The Captain's (kathrynjaneway) constantly changing and indeed varied hairstyles have always been a source of interest for the crew, and as such my presentation was well received by the bulk of those present. I would also like to point out, Commander (chakotay), if you read this, that I was also acting on suggestions you made after my last presentation, 'A Day in the Life of Your Intestinal Tract', that I aim for a topic that appealed to a broader range of interests. It's certainly not as if I were running a betting pool on the length of the next new 'do', unlike some have in the past, hmmm, Mr. Paris? Did the Captain ever find out about that, I wonder?


As others have noted, we're experiencing something of a lull aboard ship, as this sector of space seems to contain a decided lack of aliens wishing to kill us. Needless to say, it's a pleasant change and it has given everyone a chance to relax and recover from recent events. Speaking of which, recent scans indicate that Lt. Torres is well on the road to recovery, though I (and I imagine others) will continue to monitor the situation for some time to come.

I've used the lull to catch up on my paperwork and compile the results of the annual physicals. Of all the senior staff, only the Captain, holding true to her promise, managed to keep her scheduled appointment time. Do other CMO's have such difficultly enticing crewmembers, especially senior staff, to attend yearly physicals? Much less other necessary procedures. I shudder to think what the reaction will later on in the year when I call everyone in for a second time. You see, I've recently had a brilliant idea for enhancing the Sickbay scanners with my holo-imager to take deep-body and visual scans. Though it will take me some time to implement, the final result will certainly be a spectacular, not to mention extremely useful diagnostic tool!

Hmm. Perhaps I should use this as a precedent to start holding half-yearly physicals instead of just the required yearly exams. Given the preponderance of harmful bacteria and viruses we've encountered to date here in the Delta Quadrant, I'm sure I could make a very convincing argument for it. Starfleet regulations on the matter would certainly back me up on it.

Ah... I'll have to leave it there for the time being. My holodeck time is about to start, and I have a date with a diva I don't intend to miss.

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Date:2003-05-20 14:02

It pains me to say this, but I've discovered the reason behind at least one senior officer's avoidance of Sickbay over the past few months. It appears that Lt. Torres (parristorres) has been indulging in some extremely dangerous behavior on the holodeck - sans safeties.

The list of injuries she sustained in the process is quite extensive, and worse still is the notion that she tried to 'repair' them herself. An engineer she may be, but a doctor she's not. For that matter, she's only has the basic first aid techniques I make a point of instructing the crew in, and she could quite easily have done herself lasting harm. That is, if such improper treatment didn't lead to her death. Given the anomalies in her brain chemistry, I'm beginning to wonder if that wasn't the aim.

Following her, ah, discussion with Captain Janeway (kathrynjaneway) a short while ago, I've released the Lieutenant to her quarters. Given her extreme reluctance to be in Sickbay in the first place, coupled with the numerous studies showing the benefits of familiar surroundings, this seemed the best course of action for the time being. She will, how ever, be remotely monitored for as long as necessary and I, of course, will be making periodic house calls to see if she is willing to discuss the source of her apparent depression.

I don't know how successful this will ultimately prove. Much as it pains me, I am forced to admit that my skills as a councillor are somewhat lacking. Like many other things, my programmers apparently never saw the need for providing me with a set of counselling skills. As a result, what I know on the subject is based almost solely off the journal articles contained in my database - that and what Kes managed to pass on before she left us. I wish she were still here. She had a way of seeing to the core of a problem that would have made her a wonderful councellor.

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Date:2003-05-09 22:07
Subject:Freedom at Last

It's simply wonderful to have the freedom of the ship again. My much-abused emitter is functional once more and, aside from the excessive amount of time it took to accomplish, I find I cannot fault Lt. Torres's (paristorres) repair job. Once again I'm footloose and fancy-free, with a renewed appreciation of just how lucky I am to be able to roam anywhere I please. Well, more or less anywhere. Certainly, I'm looking forward to our next shore leave and have spent several enjoyable hours star-gazing.

Seven (seven_of_nine) seems to be recovering from One's death, though I continue to see less of her than I did before the incident. This may, however, have something to do with the latest major project the Engineering department has embarked upon.

Yes, Mr. Paris (paristorres) has somehow managed to persuade the Captain to give him permission to start building a brand new shuttle, one apparently better suited for Delta Quadrant conditions. Whatever, exactly, those conditions are. What this means in real terms is that I have to endure his incessant prattling on the project. Not to mention the drop in the quality if his work in Sickbay (mind you, that was never anything to write home about in the first place). In fact, he seems to be spending the bulk of his shift firing off memos to Mr. Kim (harrykim), Lt. Tuvok (_tuvok_), Lt. Torres and Seven filled with his latest ideas on how to improve the 'coolness factor'.

Also, as part of the fallout from this so-called 'Flyer Project', the emergency emitter project has yet again been put on the back burner. Thank you very much, Ensign Kim, for your diligence and persistence when it comes to ensuring that your fellow crewmembers will have access to medical attention in the event of a serious emergency.

On top of everything else, we've somehow managed to become embroiled in a dispute with a Malon freighter over one of our probes. An absolutely charming people, the Malon, dumping the highly toxic waste products of their society throughout the galaxy. Or, as in this instance, using them as a weapon. I've already spent several hours today devising an inoculation for the crew against the high levels of theta-radiation they'll experience should the Malon breach the shields. The results so far are quite promising.

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Date:2003-04-28 14:28
Subject:The Death of One

Voyager has survived another encounter with the Borg by the skin of our, well, collective teeth thanks to the sacrifice made by One. When it became apparent that Voyager was on the verge of assimilation, he beamed himself over to the sphere and managed to steer it into the proto-nebula.

Amazingly enough, he survived the subsequent destruction of the sphere and the exposure to the proto-nebula's radiation, only to die in Sickbay of his injuries shortly after refusing to let me treat him. I will be conducting a postmortem examination later today to determine the exact cause of death. At present I believe it was due to the massive cranial trauma sustained during the explosion. Given the extent of his injuries, I... don't know if I would have been able to save him, but I would have liked the opportunity to try.

My scans of One also indicate that my emitter is still intact, but that is has been further damaged by recent events. I should be able to retrieve it now without problem, and hopefully Lt. Torres (parristorres) will get out of her funk enough to repair it in the near future. However, something tells me that she'll occupy herself elsewhere repairing every last bit of damage done to the ship itself before she'll get around to me.

I realize that this sounds slightly heartless in the circumstances, but I can't help but feel relieved in some way that I now have a good chance of regaining my freedom. I wanted my emitter back in working order, but certainly not at the cost of One's life. I had hoped there would be another way.

Seven (seven_of_nine) is understandably distraught, and I haven't seen her since One's death. She spent more time with him than anyone else aboard the ship, and I believe they had a special bond. As for Mulcahey, the third contributor to One's birth, I've yet to see him, so have no idea how he has taken the news.

One was very... heroic, and a curious soul. He will be missed.

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Date:2003-04-27 16:26

The first casualties have been and gone. Fortunately none were seriously wounded - primarily first and second degree burns from overloading consoles - and, thanks to my superior medical skills, they were all back out the door and to their stations in short order. However, past experience leads me to doubt that our luck will hold unless the Captain pulls something out of her hat. We do in fact seem to be holding our own, more or less, for the time being.

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Date:2003-04-27 16:12

This will have to be brief, as we've just gone to Red Alert and I have a Sickbay to prepare.

To the best of my knowledge, One, in his apparently boundless curiosity, has somehow managed to activate or create a secondary proximity transceiver, summoning a Borg sphere right down on top of us. He wanted to know more about them, apparently. Didn't anyone ever tell him that curiosity killed the cat?! I will have to speak to him about that particular subject, if we manage to survive this encounter.

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Date:2003-04-25 15:16
Subject:Sickbay Blues

Ensign Mulcahey came by again today. As the third unwitting, ah, participant in the creation of One, he appears to feel some sort of obligation to our newest crewmember, in much the same way Seven and myself do. However, he has experienced some discomfort around One - much of it, I suspect, is due to One's Borg appearance. Regardless, Mulcahey makes a point of spending at least an hour in One's company, either here in Sickbay or on the holodeck.

Seven (seven_of_nine) continues to remain One's primary caretaker, and he spends the bulk of his time in her company. His visits to Sickbay occur once a day for approximately one hour, enabling me to both keep an eye on his Borg systems and get to know him better. He's not much of a conversationalist, unfortunately, and completely lacks a sense of humor, but he is almost insatiably curious. I've started him on basic interspecies anatomy, and he's a very quick study. I haven't had this good a student since Kes left.

I've also begun teaching him about some of my own passions. Yesterday we went through the opening duet between Jaquino and Marzelline in 'Fidelio'. He thought it had 'interesting rhythmic and harmonic components'. It's a start at least. And a true appreciation of the arts develops over time, not overnight.

Tomorrow I plan the broach the subject of starting to remove some of One's more unnecessary Borg implants (as well as the bulk of his personal armaments, which should please Commander Tuvok (_tuvok_) no end) which should help him adjust better and give him increased mobility. He only needs look at his mother to see what a fabulous job I can do of reconstruction.

I continue to remain stuck in Sickbay, save for occasional jaunts to the holodeck for respite. It's not really the same as simply being able to walk out the door, but it provides a change of scenery for a time. I think I'll speak to the Commander (chakotay) about getting priority use of the holodecks, since it appears I'm stuck here indefinitely. Perhaps I'll also ask him about adding some of the other improvements I've been thinking about.

Lt. Torres (parristorres) has been unusually irritable of late, and appears to be putting every trivial engineering problem ahead of regaining my freedom. I'm beginning to wonder if she's suffering from an acute hormonal imbalance. She tells me she's looking for a solution, and then gets angry when I ask her exactly what it is she's doing or call her for a progress update. I've lost count of the number of times she's threatened to decompile me in the last few days. Dealing with Mr. Kim (harrykim) has been much more pleasant.

I don't think either of them truly realize exactly how cut off I am at the moment. Unable to leave myself, I'm reduced to pestering whoever walks through the door for the latest ship gossip second-, third- or fourth-hand. Of course, there is the Live Journal system, which is a godsend in the circumstances, but not everyone updates their journal with regularity. Heaven forbid, I was actually happy to see Neelix this morning when he dropped by.

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Date:2003-04-21 14:50
Subject:Our Newest Crewmember

It's official. I'm going to be stuck in Sickbay for the rest of eternity.

My mobile emitter has been assimilated. It's now inside the head of a newly created Borg. As we understand it, my emitter became fused with several of Seven of Nine's nanoprobes, which then somehow managed to accost Ensign Mulcahey (who is a little shaken but will be fit for duty tomorrow) for a DNA sample. The proto-borg then re-engineered the science lab to create a maturation chamber for itself.

Seven (seven_of_nine) was first to become aware that something was going on – her proximity transceiver was activated, and she alerted the Commander (chakotay). Note that it wasn't B'Elanna (paristorres) who was first discovered our newest crew member: she was sound asleep at 0600 when I commed her for a progress report.

At any rate, our Borg, having created his maturation chamber, proceeded to do just that: mature with an astounding rapidity. I will have to conduct some detailed examinations and analyses of the technology that allowed such a fast maturation rate. Think of the potential of such technology! It could save the lives of premature infants, or perhaps accelerate the healing of serious injuries, or be useful in a host of other ways. Of course, I will have to have the relevant equipment transported to Sickbay...

However, I'm currently finding myself in an extremely difficult position. My poor emitter is regulating One's central nervous system (he obviously has Seven's taste in names as well as her sense of humor - or lack there of), making it impossible for me to remove it without killing him in the process. And without the emitter, I'm a virtual prisoner in Sickbay. His existence is maintained, but mine is restricted. I may never see the stars for myself again, or set foot on a planet, or even walk the corridors of Voyager.

Still, I am in some way responsible for his existence. In a strange way, he is my child, and he does remind me of myself in certain ways. For example, we both came into being, as such, in full possession of our intellects, something almost unheard of amongst humanoids. Yet both of us had little frame of reference around which to base our intellects save our initial programming. Because of that, I've had to grow beyond what my programmers made me to be. I think I would like to help One do the same.

Yes, the Captain (kathrynjaneway) was correct in allowing One his continued existence, but I can't help but wish that he could do it without my emitter.

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Date:2003-04-17 23:34

Something absolutely terrible has happened. My mobile emitter has been damaged - possibly irreparably. I'm told that the circuits fused together during transport for some reason, as yet unknown. The Captain seems to think it's due to the radiation from the exploding proto-nebula, or possibly from the destruction of the shuttle itself.

Lt. Torres said that she thinks she can fix it, but she didn't sound particularly positive about it to me. At any rate, I believe she's taken it to one of the science labs to run some diagnostics on it, and then gone to bed. How can she sleep at a time like this? My very freedom is at stake! If the situation were reversed, *I* wouldn't rest until I'd found a solution. I once spent seventeen entire days online without pause looking for a cure for the Captain and Commander. And then there was the whole Hirogen incident. If that isn't dedication, I don't know what is.

Of course, I don't need sleep, as such, but the point still stands. On the other hand, perhaps it is for the best after all – I don't want to risk B'Elanna damaging the emitter any further thanks the effects of fatigue. Yes, that's probably best. I'll just wait here and call her in the morning. Wait here. Hah. I'm not exactly going anywhere anymore, am I? I'm just stuck here alone in Sickbay until something happens, potentially stuck here for the rest of my existence.

My, what a cheery thought.

Excuse me. I think I need to go and find something else to occupy myself with.

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Date:2003-04-15 14:10
Subject:Inaugural Entry
Mood: happy

This LJ system is quite fascinating, isn't it? I can't believe I waited this long to actually start mine – think of all the brilliant insights of mine that the others users have been denied in the mean time! But better late than never, I suppose.

Certainly it would seem that there's no time like the present. I'm stranded on a shuttle with two musical philistines who have forbidden me not only from singing, but from taking more pictures. Really, B'Elanna, those threats were quite unbecoming! I actually didn't mind so much about the signing – the acoustics in here are absolutely terrible and I sound flat – but I did want to extensively document our trip. A few snapshots never hurt anyone.


Oh, and speaking of the trip, we seem to have run into some trouble – some turbulence, nothing to worry about, apparently. Again, though, the thought occurs to me that it might not be a particularly good idea to have both Voyager's CMO and only medic on the same Away Mission. However, I do hesitate to bring it up with the Captain as it's likely to severely restrict my opportunities to participate in such missions. And I certainly would have hated to have missed out on today's stunning display. I think I even caught Seven momentarily, I suppose the word would be less *moved* than *impressed*, exactly, by the sight. She even made an apparently useful suggestion to Lt. Torres. She's coming along quite nicely, if I do say so myself.

Oh, now that will make a wonderful picture! If Seven would move over just a little...


Wait, what does he mean, the engines have died? The engines have died? The engines can't die: we're in the middle of an expanding proto-nebula! We'll all be incinerated, or worse! It appears my faith in Mister Paris's piloting abilities was slightly misplaced! Where on earth is Voyager?! We need to get out of here!

Mood: anxious

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