Its just, there's people so much less advanced that have immortality before the warp drive. Theres a race in DS9 with mental uploading and resleeving tech, and yet the Federation loses valuable people to fucking old age. Ugh.
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Good news, everyone!
Saphire
Lurking dragon
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Well… who says they don't do just that? And instead of transporters, they just use some very good grafting technique and tech?
Darth Cooter
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Oh god, ohh god. That one statement terrifies me on so many levels. So I'm guessing they figured out a way to reverse the effects of a hypo spray, where instead of vibrating things in through the skin, they vibrate them out, and into their ice chests (Advance Stasis Chests) they have to lug with them.
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Dinah: "I slept with you... Take responsibility."
Zephyr: "What!? I don't think it works like that! Even for dragons, Dinah."
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what's he gonna do? can't be expecting hatchlings so he's either got to steal her away for his hoard or marry her?
That's the wages of anti-transhumanism right there, yes.
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Even without genetic modification, we know the exact biological mechanism that causes aging. Shortening telomeres. With the level of medicine Trek has, they should absolutely be able to treat that.
It's almost certainly more complicated than that, AIUI...
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Well, yes, but actually no.
The issue is that the shortening telomeres eventually start clipping off critical components of the Gene-sequence, causing all *sorts* of issues that compound on each other to cause 'aging', but there's also the part in that Neuron Reproducion/Activity slows as time goes on, causing an increase in cognitive issues.
Not a Scientist/Expert on this, but based off what I've read from those who are, it's not a *complicated* issue, so much as we simply do not have the technology to actually do anything about it yet.
"It's not a complicated issue" is an incredibly strong claim to be making about the subject!
The telomere clock is pretty convincingly binding on a cell by cell level, but I do not believe it is at all clear that it accounts for all the phenomena of aging.
Crazael
Rehydrated Demon King
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My understanding is that it doesnt, but it's the easiest to track, so it gets most of the focus.
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I mean, in comparison to like, Augments, or the various AI, and *exoecually* when Nanotechnology capable of bootstrapping themselves to full Sapience.
Or the *several* cases of literal God-Like entities.
Just got caught up after binging this. Great series! Also really liked the SW version.
Will mention that Janeway very specifically asks to be called ma'am rather than sir in the TV show, but that's a minor nit pick. Would be interested in a POV interlude.
Can't wait for Seven, love her learning how to human and being hot while doing it. Would be interesting to see mc dealing with his Borg issues that he hasn't addressed and learning how to be her friend. Hope he doesn't nerf the doctor's growth, even though he was kinda annoying he had quite a few really poignant moments in the show that were probably my favorite episodes. I really like the existential stuff.
Will mention that Janeway very specifically asks to be called ma'am rather than sir in the TV show, but that's a minor nit pick. Would be interested in a POV interlude.
Can't wait for Seven, love her learning how to human and being hot while doing it. Would be interesting to see mc dealing with his Borg issues that he hasn't addressed and learning how to be her friend. Hope he doesn't nerf the doctor's growth, even though he was kinda annoying he had quite a few really poignant moments in the show that were probably my favorite episodes. I really like the existential stuff.
well, she didn't show up until at least season 3, maybe 4, so you're gonna have to wait a bit.
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I woke up to the sound of somebody being sick.
Thankfully, in my small bathroom. Even so, not the most pleasant sound and if you think humans smell on the outside...
Slowly blinking my eyes open, I glanced at the closest screen. 06:34.
Half an hour until shift starts. Really should be waking up anyway.
Dinah exited the bathroom and I raised my head to regard her.
I said with a small snort, "You look horrible."
"...Thanks," she grumbled and dropped back onto my sleeping pad next to me, "I feel even worse. My head is killing me."
"You should visit sickbay. I doubt you'll be the only one."
She nodded before she sighed and forced her eyes back open, "...I didn't say anything stupid last night, did I? I kinda remember coming here, but everything else is a bit of a blur."
"No," I said, shaking my head a bit, "You just pointed out I've been acting like a bit of a dick since Wolf 359."
"Oh... Zephyr, I'm-"
"No," I interrupted her, "You were right. I have. I didn't take losing my friend and my ship well at all. It wasn't just that either," I continued quieter, "...It's how helpless I felt. Ever since my arrival... It reminded me of that I think. Completely helpless and it terrified me. Couldn't do anything about it... still can't."
Dinah pushed herself up to sit, putting her hand on my neck, "Zeph, it's alright. Everybody was scared by what happened there, everybody in the fleet lost somebody, lost friends. Close friends even, family. We lost Charles."
"Not anything special," I sighed and turned my head to look at her with my closest eye, "Millions of people lost somebody close to them at that massacre. Just like everybody onboard has lost people."
She sighed and shifted, leaning against me, "...Yeah."
"Haven't seen you that drunk since the academy."
"...Was a really bad day, kinda wanted to forget it ever happened," she said quietly, "The ceremony... kinda fucked up after too."
"In what way?"
She sighed, "The thing after. Kinda... well, I thought I had a read on Megan so I tried to make a move. Nope, not into women, completely shot down in flames. Just dotted the I on that entire crapfest of a day."
I slowly blinked, "...Who's Megan?"
"Megan Delaney in stellar cartography."
"Nope."
Dinah frowned at me, "She has a twin, Jenny."
"...I think I remember them," I admitted, "Sorry, I have been crazy busy. And a bit of an arsehole."
"Yes you have," she sighed and crossed her arms, "...Well, last night sucked and I'm not getting laid for the next seventy years, so... might as well get on with it."
I looked at her in amusement, "Seventy years?"
"Well, there's only so many women onboard, even fewer are lesbian or bi and I likely made a complete fool of myself last night," she groaned and pushed herself up to sit, rubbing her eyes, "So... guess holodeck is it for me."
"...I did not need to know or hear that. I'm a very young dragon!" I protested.
That got a small laugh from her, "Yes, sure you know nothing of the sort."
"At least I really hope it won't be a problem for me until well after we get back to the Federation," I mused, "If ever. We don't know how my species works that way. Last I checked, they were still scratching their heads trying to make heads or tails of my DNA structure. I'm male, so we're pretty sure my species has females, but we don't know."
"Hey, maybe you're like one of those... What are they called, clownfish? As you age, you reach a certain point and then turn female?" she joked, "Up?" she then asked, putting a hand on my nose.
I got up, dragging her along onto her feet with an amused chuckle, "Well, wouldn't be the strangest thing that ever happened to me. Now go to sickbay, we have duty today. And I have a meeting in... oh wow, ten minutes. I'm going to be late."
"Yes, sir," she said and rubbed her eyes again, "...Thanks again, Zeph."
"Don't mention it," I said and we left. She turned left and I turned right towards engineering. Meanwhile, I dispatched Huginn to the meeting room just off the bridge. This was not a meeting I needed to engage in in person.
I technically could have just used the comm system, but I found that using a drone as a proxy had a much better result.
"Lieutenant, how're we looking," I asked as I entered engineering and Carey glanced back at me from his console.
"Crew or ship, sir?" he asked.
"Crew's mostly hungover," I said with a chuckle, "already know that. How's Voyager?"
"Sent you the worklog from delta shift," he said, "It's in your queue. Nothing new in the major category, we haven't moved since the ceremony. We should have replicators back online in a few days now when the industrial one in engineering is back online."
I nodded and trundled to climb up onto the second level, "Good work," I said, "That'll make the Captain happy."
"That'll make everyone happy."
"Point," I agreed, "I sure know I'm getting sick of survival packs."
Then I slipped my visor on and hooked into the feed from Huginn. It was just about walking into the meeting room, revealing that the only person already there was the Captain.
She was sitting, holding a cup of coffee at one end of the table.
"My apologies, sir," I said, "I'm running a few minutes late this morning."
Janeway smiled a bit, "I think that's everybody, Lieutenant," she said, "This is... Huginn, correct?"
"That's right," I agreed as Huginn sat down by the table, "If I tried to come in person, I would have been even later. I may attend most meetings via proxy in the future, it's just more practical."
She nodded and sipped her coffee, "No objection here. I find them fascinating actually, I read the report before. Based on Doctor Soong's work?"
"Partly," I agreed, "Most of the body is, no need to reinvent the wheel after all. But software, neural networks and the interesting bits are all mine."
"How smart are they?"
I considered the usual question, "'Bout as smart as a hologram without a personality matrix installed. They follow instructions, can make deductions and even make choices on how to perform an assigned function. When it comes to things like mathematics, they're very smart. They are a computer after all. But they don't have feelings or thoughts, no inner life at all. Not sapient. To put it like somebody I knew once put it 'the light's on but nobody's home'. They're assistants and remote hands, nothing more."
"Why humanoids?"
"They didn't used to be," I admitted, "Couple of versions back they were floating balls with arms. But I dropped that in favor of a humanoid form. Quadrupeds would have been even better as it's a superior mode of locomotion, but the ships and other environments where they're most used is made for humanoids of human size, making it logical to have them be humanoids as well," I said before I had Huginn turn it's head to look around, "And speaking of logic, I would have expected Commander Tuvok to be here already."
Janeway sighed, "Commander Tuvok is currently detained. There were some security altercations last night and the responsible are in the brig being questioned."
"Drunken brawl?" I asked.
Captain Janeway sighed and nodded, sipping her coffee again, "Tensions are running high," she agreed, "I thought after the funeral things would improve."
"Give it a few days, sir, perhaps it might still."
"Perhaps, Lieutenant."
Thankfully, in my small bathroom. Even so, not the most pleasant sound and if you think humans smell on the outside...
Slowly blinking my eyes open, I glanced at the closest screen. 06:34.
Half an hour until shift starts. Really should be waking up anyway.
Dinah exited the bathroom and I raised my head to regard her.
I said with a small snort, "You look horrible."
"...Thanks," she grumbled and dropped back onto my sleeping pad next to me, "I feel even worse. My head is killing me."
"You should visit sickbay. I doubt you'll be the only one."
She nodded before she sighed and forced her eyes back open, "...I didn't say anything stupid last night, did I? I kinda remember coming here, but everything else is a bit of a blur."
"No," I said, shaking my head a bit, "You just pointed out I've been acting like a bit of a dick since Wolf 359."
"Oh... Zephyr, I'm-"
"No," I interrupted her, "You were right. I have. I didn't take losing my friend and my ship well at all. It wasn't just that either," I continued quieter, "...It's how helpless I felt. Ever since my arrival... It reminded me of that I think. Completely helpless and it terrified me. Couldn't do anything about it... still can't."
Dinah pushed herself up to sit, putting her hand on my neck, "Zeph, it's alright. Everybody was scared by what happened there, everybody in the fleet lost somebody, lost friends. Close friends even, family. We lost Charles."
"Not anything special," I sighed and turned my head to look at her with my closest eye, "Millions of people lost somebody close to them at that massacre. Just like everybody onboard has lost people."
She sighed and shifted, leaning against me, "...Yeah."
"Haven't seen you that drunk since the academy."
"...Was a really bad day, kinda wanted to forget it ever happened," she said quietly, "The ceremony... kinda fucked up after too."
"In what way?"
She sighed, "The thing after. Kinda... well, I thought I had a read on Megan so I tried to make a move. Nope, not into women, completely shot down in flames. Just dotted the I on that entire crapfest of a day."
I slowly blinked, "...Who's Megan?"
"Megan Delaney in stellar cartography."
"Nope."
Dinah frowned at me, "She has a twin, Jenny."
"...I think I remember them," I admitted, "Sorry, I have been crazy busy. And a bit of an arsehole."
"Yes you have," she sighed and crossed her arms, "...Well, last night sucked and I'm not getting laid for the next seventy years, so... might as well get on with it."
I looked at her in amusement, "Seventy years?"
"Well, there's only so many women onboard, even fewer are lesbian or bi and I likely made a complete fool of myself last night," she groaned and pushed herself up to sit, rubbing her eyes, "So... guess holodeck is it for me."
"...I did not need to know or hear that. I'm a very young dragon!" I protested.
That got a small laugh from her, "Yes, sure you know nothing of the sort."
"At least I really hope it won't be a problem for me until well after we get back to the Federation," I mused, "If ever. We don't know how my species works that way. Last I checked, they were still scratching their heads trying to make heads or tails of my DNA structure. I'm male, so we're pretty sure my species has females, but we don't know."
"Hey, maybe you're like one of those... What are they called, clownfish? As you age, you reach a certain point and then turn female?" she joked, "Up?" she then asked, putting a hand on my nose.
I got up, dragging her along onto her feet with an amused chuckle, "Well, wouldn't be the strangest thing that ever happened to me. Now go to sickbay, we have duty today. And I have a meeting in... oh wow, ten minutes. I'm going to be late."
"Yes, sir," she said and rubbed her eyes again, "...Thanks again, Zeph."
"Don't mention it," I said and we left. She turned left and I turned right towards engineering. Meanwhile, I dispatched Huginn to the meeting room just off the bridge. This was not a meeting I needed to engage in in person.
I technically could have just used the comm system, but I found that using a drone as a proxy had a much better result.
"Lieutenant, how're we looking," I asked as I entered engineering and Carey glanced back at me from his console.
"Crew or ship, sir?" he asked.
"Crew's mostly hungover," I said with a chuckle, "already know that. How's Voyager?"
"Sent you the worklog from delta shift," he said, "It's in your queue. Nothing new in the major category, we haven't moved since the ceremony. We should have replicators back online in a few days now when the industrial one in engineering is back online."
I nodded and trundled to climb up onto the second level, "Good work," I said, "That'll make the Captain happy."
"That'll make everyone happy."
"Point," I agreed, "I sure know I'm getting sick of survival packs."
Then I slipped my visor on and hooked into the feed from Huginn. It was just about walking into the meeting room, revealing that the only person already there was the Captain.
She was sitting, holding a cup of coffee at one end of the table.
"My apologies, sir," I said, "I'm running a few minutes late this morning."
Janeway smiled a bit, "I think that's everybody, Lieutenant," she said, "This is... Huginn, correct?"
"That's right," I agreed as Huginn sat down by the table, "If I tried to come in person, I would have been even later. I may attend most meetings via proxy in the future, it's just more practical."
She nodded and sipped her coffee, "No objection here. I find them fascinating actually, I read the report before. Based on Doctor Soong's work?"
"Partly," I agreed, "Most of the body is, no need to reinvent the wheel after all. But software, neural networks and the interesting bits are all mine."
"How smart are they?"
I considered the usual question, "'Bout as smart as a hologram without a personality matrix installed. They follow instructions, can make deductions and even make choices on how to perform an assigned function. When it comes to things like mathematics, they're very smart. They are a computer after all. But they don't have feelings or thoughts, no inner life at all. Not sapient. To put it like somebody I knew once put it 'the light's on but nobody's home'. They're assistants and remote hands, nothing more."
"Why humanoids?"
"They didn't used to be," I admitted, "Couple of versions back they were floating balls with arms. But I dropped that in favor of a humanoid form. Quadrupeds would have been even better as it's a superior mode of locomotion, but the ships and other environments where they're most used is made for humanoids of human size, making it logical to have them be humanoids as well," I said before I had Huginn turn it's head to look around, "And speaking of logic, I would have expected Commander Tuvok to be here already."
Janeway sighed, "Commander Tuvok is currently detained. There were some security altercations last night and the responsible are in the brig being questioned."
"Drunken brawl?" I asked.
Captain Janeway sighed and nodded, sipping her coffee again, "Tensions are running high," she agreed, "I thought after the funeral things would improve."
"Give it a few days, sir, perhaps it might still."
"Perhaps, Lieutenant."
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"Either that, or there will be a series of murders, then another round of funerals. Repeat until tranquility ensues."
KillerFish
Grumpy Owl, Bird Lawyer
"Wait, is Commander Tuvok detained … or is he *detained*?"
"Lieutenant, as amusing as it is to picture Commander Tuvok getting into a bar brawl, the answer should be obvious."
Also, finding it mildly funny that Janeway and Tuvok are actually technically the same rank, even though Janeway is breveted to Captain.
"Lieutenant, as amusing as it is to picture Commander Tuvok getting into a bar brawl, the answer should be obvious."
Also, finding it mildly funny that Janeway and Tuvok are actually technically the same rank, even though Janeway is breveted to Captain.
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Huh, what about centaur with detachable hind legs?
GiovanniBlasini
Transhumanist Nutcase from Niops IX
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Wait…as smart as a hologram without the personality matrix?
Do I sense a potential solution to the Doctor's long-term difficulties?
Do I sense a potential solution to the Doctor's long-term difficulties?
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That's basically Huginn AND Muninn in a pantomime suit.
Zephyr will just have to make a battle droid equivalent for basic crew needs. Probably centrally directed by the ship computer for more advanced tasks so as to make them easier to create and replace.
I was thinking kangaroos myself; provably more energy-efficient.
A fight-club is also a option.