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This is an AU with specifically no transporter tech for Star Fleet. The author felt it would be too easy to fix stuff with it.
The Voyage Within
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if that had been possible in the original star treck universe, there would have been a much greater impact than just crewing problem.
If duplication has no issue, then so would copy, save and paste as needed : just use a transporter everyday, and instead of a terrible accident for using the improper 700nm cloth while investigating the weird eggs thing in the area that killed two of your colleagues, you lost at most a mere day, and can get back to this fascinating piece of biology right away with a fresh mind.
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It is demonstrably possible, although not trivial, in the original star Trek. Which is the problem. I don't necessarily agree with the premise that Transporter Tech + Creative Engineering = Dead Story, but I can see where it's coming from. The thing is that there is a lot of stuff in Star Trek that could theoretically be abusable, but everyone just pretends to forget it exists for the sake of plot.
Things known to make transporter abuse less enticing include: Ethics, power requirements, computational requirements, technological difficulty and interference by various energies, fields and substances.
Ace Dreamer
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In a fantasy setting you would get an official from the Celestial Department For Soul Allocation turning up?
In ST:TNG the duplication of Riker (Second Chances) is the only one I recall, off-hand...
Of course, having a Higher Being turn-up and complain about duplication of 'cast members' interfering with their 'mortal entertainment' ratings would never happen.
...
There's a lot of potential Trek-tech not used by the Federation due to socials. We know (fast, safe) cloning is possible, other serious forms of biotech, it's strongly implied that by manipulating sensory feeds (holographics?) to fast clones you could 'imprint' minds into them. The legality of this, on the other hand...
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B'Elanna Torres was split into Klingon and Human halves.
It's not duplication, but Scotty stuck himself in a transporter buffer for 75 years (TNG: Relics). And the biggest one, Neelix was successfully turned into non-Neelix, but then Janeway flubbed it and we got Neelix back. Also, there are all those times where it sure would be handy if you could beam people down to / from locations but mysteriously (the ions in the air / bad space weather / shielding / wrong ores in the cave) stops you from being able to do so.
For theoretical Voyager plot breaking - it's possible that they'd find a tiny wormhole which you couldn't fit a ship through but could transport a person through if you had a ship at both ends.
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Ace Dreamer
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Pass that laser scalpel?
(I do like that no one had their lungs stolen, so holographic ones had to be substituted, in this story...)
Silverias
Seeing is Believing
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- Squiddy Places
Honestly, Star Trek is at a point where oxygenating blood should be trivial.Pass that laser scalpel?
(I do like that no one had their lungs stolen, so holographic ones had to be substituted, in this story...)
Hell, the Kirk era could autopilot Spock that time he had his 'brain stolen'
95
I stared out of the forcefield, starstreaks falling away from the ship, the star of the planet we unloaded the freed slaves at long gone out of sight.
On our way once more.
"Here's the report on the last shuttle," Harry said as he walked up to me, holding out a PADD.
"Hmh?" I asked and then nodded, "Thanks," I said and took it with a pair of claws, slipping it into a pocket in my harness.
He frowned slightly, "...Something wrong?"
"Not wrong exactly, just thinking," I admitted, "It's personal."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Not particularly. Just need to think things through."
He nodded, "Well, let me know if there's anything I can do to help."
"Thanks."
He turned to walk away and I turned my head, "Harry, a question."
"Yeah?"
"How do you feel about living on Voyager?"
He frowned and walked back to me, "How do you mean?"
"Potentially another fifty years inside this hull. In the same quarters. Seeing the same people every day."
Harry nodded slightly, "Ah, that," he said and then shook his head, "I...can't say that I'm looking forward to that. But I don't think it will come to that either. We're two years in and have cut twenty years off the journey. If the warp engine modifications you designed work out, that's... what, another twenty?"
"Something like it."
"See, that's half the time already," he said with a serious look, "We'll get home and a lot faster than fifty years. Besides, Starfleet had to be looking for us. No way something like the Caretaker's energy wave could have been unnoticed."
I considered that for a moment, "Maybe," I agreed, "But barring some... unknown mcguffin, I don't think we can cut our travel time to less than another decade. Even if we find more wormholes, the closer we get the better the odds are that they won't help us."
"Ten years," he said and nodded, "...That would be bad, but a lot less so than seventy plus."
"True."
"And imagine the things we'll discover along the way," he continued, "I want to get home, don't get me wrong. If I could press a button and get us home, I would do so in a heartbeat. My family is back home. My girlfriend," he said before he frowned, "...Not that I would blame her if she had moved on by now. But think about the amazing things we have seen so far. The things we have discovered, it's those sort of things I joined Starfleet for. What most of us joined Starfleet for."
I slowly nodded.
"That help?"
"...I think so, thank you," I said and then let out a sigh, "I... got some advice lately. All I have been seeing for years, even since I arrived onboard, has been problems. It's made me grouchy and... not the person I'd want to be."
Harry studied me for a moment before he nodded, "You always have kept your distance. I thought that was just you?"
"...Partly," I admitted, "I am naturally solitary. And the change I did to living quarters and working conditions has helped. But the rest is something I have to work on. I'm sorry if I've ever been short with you."
He shrugged, "Not everyone is a people person. And I can't say you've ever been rude or anything to me at least," he said and reached up to pet Percy where the alien weasel poked its head over his shoulder to watch me, "...But I have felt that you've been angry. A lot. And it hasn't been like others onboard that flare up and then die down, it surges and lowers, but it stays there for days at a time, like a lake of magma. You never act on it, not really, but... no matter your species, that can't be healthy."
"And now?"
"Now you just feel depressed. Which is almost worse. It tastes like ash."
I nodded, "Thanks Harry."
"Let me know if there's anything else I can do to help, alright?"
"Alright. Good night."
"Good night, sir," he said and left. Percy scrambled around to sit up on his other shoulder, looking back towards me.
I watched them move out of sight before I shifted to lay down, looking out towards my stars.
Harry had a nice view of things I think. He was right, we would get home faster than fifty years. And we would make it unless something ate us along the way. The problem wasn't the ship, the problem was me.
Hell, the problem wasn't even the galaxy.
The problem was me.
Fuck, I just realized Chakotay and his stupid proverb had been right. 'A man that rages against the storm often just gets wet'. I was actually feeling pretty soaked right now.
Jennifer was right too. Being angry at the galaxy didn't help.
I had lost my ship. My friend. My security. I had realized that the galaxy was not a safe place, that despite my size and strength and intellect, there were dangers out here that would brush me aside like it was nothing.
...And I had not dealt with any of it.
Instead I had thrown myself into my work and tried to fix it. Building weapons and defenses against the things in the dark.
Then Voyager.
Always busy, always fixing something. Always... avoiding the truth.
And Jennifer was right, the way I was acting I wasn't getting any friends. And I may even lose the one I still had.
Solitary or not... that was important to me. Dinah was important to me. And I had been getting more and more irritable with everyone.
I might not be able to fight the Borg. Or any of the unknown threats out in the darkness. But I sure as hell could kick my own tail all day long and right now that was the threat to what was mine.
Taking a deep breath, I nodded and pushed myself up to sit and opened a channel, "Zephyr to Janeway."
"Janeway here."
"Do you have a moment, Captain? There is something I need to discuss with you. Of a personal nature."
She didn't answer for a second before she spoke up, "Of course. Why don't you join me in my ready room?"
"Oh my way."
There was a component on this ship that was broken, and it was me.
I needed time to fix it and if handing Chief Engineer over to B'Elanna for a couple of weeks of leave of absence until I could untangle my brain, then so be it.
On our way once more.
"Here's the report on the last shuttle," Harry said as he walked up to me, holding out a PADD.
"Hmh?" I asked and then nodded, "Thanks," I said and took it with a pair of claws, slipping it into a pocket in my harness.
He frowned slightly, "...Something wrong?"
"Not wrong exactly, just thinking," I admitted, "It's personal."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Not particularly. Just need to think things through."
He nodded, "Well, let me know if there's anything I can do to help."
"Thanks."
He turned to walk away and I turned my head, "Harry, a question."
"Yeah?"
"How do you feel about living on Voyager?"
He frowned and walked back to me, "How do you mean?"
"Potentially another fifty years inside this hull. In the same quarters. Seeing the same people every day."
Harry nodded slightly, "Ah, that," he said and then shook his head, "I...can't say that I'm looking forward to that. But I don't think it will come to that either. We're two years in and have cut twenty years off the journey. If the warp engine modifications you designed work out, that's... what, another twenty?"
"Something like it."
"See, that's half the time already," he said with a serious look, "We'll get home and a lot faster than fifty years. Besides, Starfleet had to be looking for us. No way something like the Caretaker's energy wave could have been unnoticed."
I considered that for a moment, "Maybe," I agreed, "But barring some... unknown mcguffin, I don't think we can cut our travel time to less than another decade. Even if we find more wormholes, the closer we get the better the odds are that they won't help us."
"Ten years," he said and nodded, "...That would be bad, but a lot less so than seventy plus."
"True."
"And imagine the things we'll discover along the way," he continued, "I want to get home, don't get me wrong. If I could press a button and get us home, I would do so in a heartbeat. My family is back home. My girlfriend," he said before he frowned, "...Not that I would blame her if she had moved on by now. But think about the amazing things we have seen so far. The things we have discovered, it's those sort of things I joined Starfleet for. What most of us joined Starfleet for."
I slowly nodded.
"That help?"
"...I think so, thank you," I said and then let out a sigh, "I... got some advice lately. All I have been seeing for years, even since I arrived onboard, has been problems. It's made me grouchy and... not the person I'd want to be."
Harry studied me for a moment before he nodded, "You always have kept your distance. I thought that was just you?"
"...Partly," I admitted, "I am naturally solitary. And the change I did to living quarters and working conditions has helped. But the rest is something I have to work on. I'm sorry if I've ever been short with you."
He shrugged, "Not everyone is a people person. And I can't say you've ever been rude or anything to me at least," he said and reached up to pet Percy where the alien weasel poked its head over his shoulder to watch me, "...But I have felt that you've been angry. A lot. And it hasn't been like others onboard that flare up and then die down, it surges and lowers, but it stays there for days at a time, like a lake of magma. You never act on it, not really, but... no matter your species, that can't be healthy."
"And now?"
"Now you just feel depressed. Which is almost worse. It tastes like ash."
I nodded, "Thanks Harry."
"Let me know if there's anything else I can do to help, alright?"
"Alright. Good night."
"Good night, sir," he said and left. Percy scrambled around to sit up on his other shoulder, looking back towards me.
I watched them move out of sight before I shifted to lay down, looking out towards my stars.
Harry had a nice view of things I think. He was right, we would get home faster than fifty years. And we would make it unless something ate us along the way. The problem wasn't the ship, the problem was me.
Hell, the problem wasn't even the galaxy.
The problem was me.
Fuck, I just realized Chakotay and his stupid proverb had been right. 'A man that rages against the storm often just gets wet'. I was actually feeling pretty soaked right now.
Jennifer was right too. Being angry at the galaxy didn't help.
I had lost my ship. My friend. My security. I had realized that the galaxy was not a safe place, that despite my size and strength and intellect, there were dangers out here that would brush me aside like it was nothing.
...And I had not dealt with any of it.
Instead I had thrown myself into my work and tried to fix it. Building weapons and defenses against the things in the dark.
Then Voyager.
Always busy, always fixing something. Always... avoiding the truth.
And Jennifer was right, the way I was acting I wasn't getting any friends. And I may even lose the one I still had.
Solitary or not... that was important to me. Dinah was important to me. And I had been getting more and more irritable with everyone.
I might not be able to fight the Borg. Or any of the unknown threats out in the darkness. But I sure as hell could kick my own tail all day long and right now that was the threat to what was mine.
Taking a deep breath, I nodded and pushed myself up to sit and opened a channel, "Zephyr to Janeway."
"Janeway here."
"Do you have a moment, Captain? There is something I need to discuss with you. Of a personal nature."
She didn't answer for a second before she spoke up, "Of course. Why don't you join me in my ready room?"
"Oh my way."
There was a component on this ship that was broken, and it was me.
I needed time to fix it and if handing Chief Engineer over to B'Elanna for a couple of weeks of leave of absence until I could untangle my brain, then so be it.
Good on him, taking some mental health time.
ASumatranTiger
Why wasn't the chicken able to cross the road?
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Wait, since Zephyr's body is biologically an adolescent running an adult human mind, is it possible his problems are caused by the dragon equivalent of puberty that he isn't aware of?
M. H. Fuzzball
Aperture Science-certified Horrible Person
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The Doctor's been checking his hormone levels, and they haven't changed since he came on board, so thankfully it isn't that.
Ace Dreamer
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Yeah, but... We don't know dragon puberty issues are hormone-related. They might be psionic, possibly due to his still developing (unconscious) abilities to sense the local space-time/subspace. Just saying...
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Psychic puberty, how horrifying.
Ace Dreamer
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Will warn people, this is Hawkwind (1978) music...
There was a (Silverberg) novel (on telepaths) - 'Dying Inside' (1972) - not a good read if you're feeling depressed... Blish's 'Jack of Eagles' (1952) was a lot more fun... Science fiction has done some weird things * with psionics... One of the best I've read was Dan Morgan's 'The Sixth Perception' series (1967)...
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* characters with telepathic comms abilities who could only communicate (mentally) with other telepaths, not normals/non-telepaths was pretty common (van Vogt 'Slan'?). And 'psionicists' who had a single psi power wasn't an unknown feature, either. Took a long time to reach the sophistication of May's 'Many Colored Land' (1981), or McCaffrey's 'Hive' (1999) stuff (or Morgan's works, mentioned above)...
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At this point he's an adolescent dragon running an adolescent dragon mind with a tiny sprinkling of old human memories on top
96
The door beeped at me.
I ignored it, not bothering opening my eyes. Wouldn't have helped much anyway, every console, every screen, every light was turned off, leaving my converted cargo bay/quarters in absolute pitch black.
Beep.
I opened my eyes in the pitch black, glaring in the general direction of it in annoyance.
"I'm busy, come back later."
The door beeped again, "Zeph, come on, open up."
It was Dinah.
Which meant that she was not going away. In fact, she was likely thirty seconds away from using a security override.
I let out a sigh, "Enter."
Then I immediately regretted that fact as the glare of a star pierced the darkness from the open doors.
Gah!
I flinched away from the light, quickly closing my inner eyelids against the light of the hallway outside.
"Could you not!?" I protested.
"...Sorry," Dinah said and stepped inside, letting the door close behind her.
Complete and utter darkness.
"Alright, what is this?" she asked after a moment, "The Captain said you needed some medical leave and for us not to bother you. That was three days ago, what's wrong? I know it's not the time for you to shed yet. And what are you doing in the dark?"
"Thinking things through. Call it meditation if you like."
"And you need to do this in- oh this is ridiculous, I can't find you. Ping?"
That was something we had come up with during survival training. Humans didn't exactly see well at pitch black night in the middle of a forest.
I snorted, "Pong."
"Ping."
"Pong."
This repeated as her feet slowly moved across the deck towards me until one bumped against my forepaw, "That's me."
She shuffled around and soon there was a hand touching my paw as she scooted to sit down, "Alright. Explain? I just want to make sure you're alright."
I let out a sigh in her direction before I nodded in the darkness, "Fine. I talked to some people and realized some things. I needed time to process, away from everything else. This is as close to that as I can get."
"Like what?"
"The death of my best friend. The fact that there are things out there that I can't stop. That there are threats in my territory I can do nothing about. To figure out how to stop being angry all the time so I don't lose the friend I still have."
She was quiet for several long moments before she answered with a quiet voice, "Oh."
"I'm sorry it took me this long to realize," I told her quietly, "But I just dove back into my work. I am territorial, but I used that as some sort of shield, some sort of excuse. Somebody told me something, it made me take a good look at myself and I didn't like what I saw. And while I may not be able to get my friend back, or fight the Borg or something like it, I sure can work on not losing what I do have. But for that I needed time away from everything, time to process for real this time."
"Oh Zeph..."
"I can be a bit stubborn sometimes."
That got a small laugh. She scooted around in the darkness until she could lean against me, "Just a bit," she said before I felt her shake her head, "...And you think laying alone in the dark for three days is the best idea?"
"I take breaks to eat and stuff," I told her, "And it gives me time to think without distractions."
I felt her nod again before she asked,
"...How's it going?"
"Mostly been remembering the academy," I confessed, "...That was fun. Stressful, but fun."
"It was, wasn't it?" she answered and I could hear a smile in her voice, "Remember puke month? We were miserable."
I chuckled and nodded, "We absolutely were."
A hand felt around my neck in the darkness and I lowered my head, allowing her to rest her hand against my head, "Are you sure about this? To me laying around in a dark room sounds more like depression than anything else."
"I know," I agreed, shifting my head slightly into her touch, "But I need to figure myself out. As little distractions as possible. I don't know if this is the best way to do it, I don't even know if it's going to work. Or even help or make things worse. But I'm not human, I'm not Andorian or Vulcan, my mind does not work like yours."
"Close enough for you to get hurt."
"...True," I said with a small sigh, "And it's stapled together from dragon and human. I'll give them this, whomever turned me into a dragon did a decent job getting me working at all. But I think I may have run into the issues with it now. If I had been human, I would have dealt with it the way you did. If I had been fully dragon, I'm not sure it would have bothered me in the same way. I think I got the worst of both worlds."
I felt her nod.
"Can I help?"
"I don't know," I admitted, "My counselor always said talking helped. And I suppose it did. But back then my mind was more human, that's something I know has changed. I need to figure this out."
"So what have you come up with so far?"
"That I don't want to be angry all the time. I'm tired of it. And that I was much happier back at the academy."
The hand stroked across my head and I closed my eye as it brushed over it, "People change with time. I know I have changed since then. It's not necessarily a bad thing."
"No," I agreed, "But what I did is less change and more just... gotten angry at the universe. Things didn't exactly turn out the way I wanted it to. My time in Starfleet was not exactly what I had planned."
"For both of us I guess," Dinah agreed quietly.
I made a sound of agreement and shifted, putting my head on the floor next to her.
Neither of us said anything for a while but her hand shifted to rest on top of my head. It felt kinda nice actually. She was so light I could barely feel her leaning against it, it reminded me of when I was a human and had a kitten in my lap.
So tiny.
"You can't stay here forever."
"I know," I answered, "I just need a bit."
To figure out who I was... no, not who I was. Who I wanted to be. I knew who I had been, who I had been turned in to. Who I was... mattered a lot less than who I wanted to be.
Right now all I know is who I didn't want to be.
"Alright," nails scratching at the scales on top of my head, "But I'll check on you from time to time."
"Thank you," I said and lifted my head. Bumping my snout against her forehead, I then gave it a lick.
"Ew," she laughed and pushed my head away, "What's with the licking anyway?"
"Can't really do hugs."
Arms circled my head and pulled me close, "I don't know, you're doing alrig-ow!"
"Careful with the horn."
"How!? It's pitch black!"
But she didn't let go.
I ignored it, not bothering opening my eyes. Wouldn't have helped much anyway, every console, every screen, every light was turned off, leaving my converted cargo bay/quarters in absolute pitch black.
Beep.
I opened my eyes in the pitch black, glaring in the general direction of it in annoyance.
"I'm busy, come back later."
The door beeped again, "Zeph, come on, open up."
It was Dinah.
Which meant that she was not going away. In fact, she was likely thirty seconds away from using a security override.
I let out a sigh, "Enter."
Then I immediately regretted that fact as the glare of a star pierced the darkness from the open doors.
Gah!
I flinched away from the light, quickly closing my inner eyelids against the light of the hallway outside.
"Could you not!?" I protested.
"...Sorry," Dinah said and stepped inside, letting the door close behind her.
Complete and utter darkness.
"Alright, what is this?" she asked after a moment, "The Captain said you needed some medical leave and for us not to bother you. That was three days ago, what's wrong? I know it's not the time for you to shed yet. And what are you doing in the dark?"
"Thinking things through. Call it meditation if you like."
"And you need to do this in- oh this is ridiculous, I can't find you. Ping?"
That was something we had come up with during survival training. Humans didn't exactly see well at pitch black night in the middle of a forest.
I snorted, "Pong."
"Ping."
"Pong."
This repeated as her feet slowly moved across the deck towards me until one bumped against my forepaw, "That's me."
She shuffled around and soon there was a hand touching my paw as she scooted to sit down, "Alright. Explain? I just want to make sure you're alright."
I let out a sigh in her direction before I nodded in the darkness, "Fine. I talked to some people and realized some things. I needed time to process, away from everything else. This is as close to that as I can get."
"Like what?"
"The death of my best friend. The fact that there are things out there that I can't stop. That there are threats in my territory I can do nothing about. To figure out how to stop being angry all the time so I don't lose the friend I still have."
She was quiet for several long moments before she answered with a quiet voice, "Oh."
"I'm sorry it took me this long to realize," I told her quietly, "But I just dove back into my work. I am territorial, but I used that as some sort of shield, some sort of excuse. Somebody told me something, it made me take a good look at myself and I didn't like what I saw. And while I may not be able to get my friend back, or fight the Borg or something like it, I sure can work on not losing what I do have. But for that I needed time away from everything, time to process for real this time."
"Oh Zeph..."
"I can be a bit stubborn sometimes."
That got a small laugh. She scooted around in the darkness until she could lean against me, "Just a bit," she said before I felt her shake her head, "...And you think laying alone in the dark for three days is the best idea?"
"I take breaks to eat and stuff," I told her, "And it gives me time to think without distractions."
I felt her nod again before she asked,
"...How's it going?"
"Mostly been remembering the academy," I confessed, "...That was fun. Stressful, but fun."
"It was, wasn't it?" she answered and I could hear a smile in her voice, "Remember puke month? We were miserable."
I chuckled and nodded, "We absolutely were."
A hand felt around my neck in the darkness and I lowered my head, allowing her to rest her hand against my head, "Are you sure about this? To me laying around in a dark room sounds more like depression than anything else."
"I know," I agreed, shifting my head slightly into her touch, "But I need to figure myself out. As little distractions as possible. I don't know if this is the best way to do it, I don't even know if it's going to work. Or even help or make things worse. But I'm not human, I'm not Andorian or Vulcan, my mind does not work like yours."
"Close enough for you to get hurt."
"...True," I said with a small sigh, "And it's stapled together from dragon and human. I'll give them this, whomever turned me into a dragon did a decent job getting me working at all. But I think I may have run into the issues with it now. If I had been human, I would have dealt with it the way you did. If I had been fully dragon, I'm not sure it would have bothered me in the same way. I think I got the worst of both worlds."
I felt her nod.
"Can I help?"
"I don't know," I admitted, "My counselor always said talking helped. And I suppose it did. But back then my mind was more human, that's something I know has changed. I need to figure this out."
"So what have you come up with so far?"
"That I don't want to be angry all the time. I'm tired of it. And that I was much happier back at the academy."
The hand stroked across my head and I closed my eye as it brushed over it, "People change with time. I know I have changed since then. It's not necessarily a bad thing."
"No," I agreed, "But what I did is less change and more just... gotten angry at the universe. Things didn't exactly turn out the way I wanted it to. My time in Starfleet was not exactly what I had planned."
"For both of us I guess," Dinah agreed quietly.
I made a sound of agreement and shifted, putting my head on the floor next to her.
Neither of us said anything for a while but her hand shifted to rest on top of my head. It felt kinda nice actually. She was so light I could barely feel her leaning against it, it reminded me of when I was a human and had a kitten in my lap.
So tiny.
"You can't stay here forever."
"I know," I answered, "I just need a bit."
To figure out who I was... no, not who I was. Who I wanted to be. I knew who I had been, who I had been turned in to. Who I was... mattered a lot less than who I wanted to be.
Right now all I know is who I didn't want to be.
"Alright," nails scratching at the scales on top of my head, "But I'll check on you from time to time."
"Thank you," I said and lifted my head. Bumping my snout against her forehead, I then gave it a lick.
"Ew," she laughed and pushed my head away, "What's with the licking anyway?"
"Can't really do hugs."
Arms circled my head and pulled me close, "I don't know, you're doing alrig-ow!"
"Careful with the horn."
"How!? It's pitch black!"
But she didn't let go.
Ace Dreamer
Verified Reality User
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Hugging dragons in the dark... Seems unlikely to become a standard counselling technique...
Probably not an Olympic sport, either, given issues spectators would have?
Probably not an Olympic sport, either, given issues spectators would have?
bobnik
Memetic Warfare Specialist.
Eh, spectators could watch an image generated from a sensor array.
What about meditation in motion, Zeph? Fly around the holodeck for a while?
Well if anger is the problem then that's simple enough to solve; anger is a mental form of homeostasis, a urge to return to a "equilibrium", so to turn it off you just need to set that equilibrium to "dead".
But Zephyr doesn't show up?
Zephyr is impermiable, not invisible.