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Do they really want to have to manually clean, maintain, and most critically *explain* what they have done to their Fleet Assigned Automated Assistance Unit?
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Do they really want to have to manually clean, maintain, and most critically *explain* what they have done to their Fleet Assigned Automated Assistance Unit?
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As someone on the spectrum, I'm really feeling Ziphyr here. I mean, I'm fine, I get along generally well actually worked in a job where you had to analyze people, but then someone does something that I just don't fucking get, and a large part of me has had to learn to not jump straight to 'how stupid are they' as a gut reaction.
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- 'Straya
Glued on googly eyes?
I think you underestimate the horniness and propensity for boredom with the known of the horny monkeys.
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- sweden
Some just like robot better
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Probably less power draw too…
Unless the library is oddly puritanical, building the sexbot mod is a lot farther away than loading up the program you want.
You'd need a very particular combination of long term planning (perform an engineering project to eventually have more immediate access) and lack of long term planning (grumpy dragon is watching you). Admittedly, humans do display that combination at times, but still.
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He is going through dragon puberty. I 100% expect they'll need to find a planet and shove him out an airlock to go do unspeakable things for a few weeks before he can get back to work.
JmonsterNEO
Spouter of nonsense
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I'm kind of defaulting to imagining a Kaylon from The Orville with a Starfleet sticker badge, but the Kaylon look really cool anyways.
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Maybe the smart matter that merged with him is suppressing/diminishing/altering these impulses ?
+ he's probably way more mentally mature than would be typical in his scenario because was an adult human at one point.
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Saphire
Lurking dragon
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Well. Nobody came up to explain why the shuttle had a personal "toy" in some deeply technical places.
Anyway. That was fast, yup. I now want Zephyr to put googly eyes onto a food replicator and tape a note on it, "His name is Bob". I wonder how long that will go on for.
He's only had the smart matter for a rather brief time compared to how long he hasn't been displaying any such impulses.
Counter counter point. The holo deck has logs and is recorded.
(Also just have 2 drones and order them to clean and maintain each other)
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I mean, the holodecks getting used for unspeakable things is confirmed canon. I can only assume that there MUST be some manner of privacy protection on what an individual crewman does in there unless a superior officer needs to know.
And given starfleet, probably an ethics board justification as to why after the fact.
And given starfleet, probably an ethics board justification as to why after the fact.
The way I remember it brocoli only got mandatory counseling because he was killing and or fucking holograms of his coworkers during hours he was scheduled to be on shift.
Even after they found out, their focus was on his addiction driven by lack of assertiveness, and he never really got demoted or punished for it.
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I laid on the deck, looking out the window next to me at the star streaks in the warp field. It was the middle of ship night and the lounge at the rear of the engineering hull was completely empty.
We were back on course, the away teams back onboard.
We had broken orbit soon after they landed in the shuttle bay. The only real casualty was Crewman Winters who had gotten his right leg beneath the knee crushed. He was currently in the sickbay having his bones repaired. His suit had also been breached, but the emergency system had done its job and flooded the breached limb with foam that plugged the rips.
The rest had some bruises.
I'm glad they all made it. But it reminded us all that this was all very dangerous. That was meant to be a simple mission to gather some dilithium crystals.
So far we have been attacked or had something bad happen at every single place we visited.
We have been here several months and… it's a wonder we have not lost more people already. We're not getting any more people.
At least not fast enough to keep numbers up.
We had to be more careful.
There was the sound of the door opening and closing. I didn't need to look who it was, I recognized that scent everywhere.
Coffee and a hint of cinnamon mixed with the usual human smells.
"Coffee, black," a voice said and there was the hum of the replicator. Then soft footsteps approached.
"Lieutenant."
I finally turned my head to look at her, "Captain," I greeted her.
"You're up late," she said with a small smile, holding her coffee cup, looking out the window.
"Says the woman ingesting a stimulant," I commented, turning to look out the window again.
That got a small chuckle, "A fair point."
The sound of sipping on hot liquid, "Thinking?" she asked.
"I never stop," I said and turned my head back in her direction, "Can't afford to. My critical 'to do' list is longer than I am and always growing faster than it can be completed. Captain, do you mind if I make an observation?"
She motioned towards me with her cup, "Go ahead."
"We don't have enough people. Even if everyone capable onboard starts now and breeds as fast as possible, we'll not have enough numbers to keep the population up. And we're undermanned as is. The drones will help, but it's not enough. They're an assistant, not a replacement for a trained crewman."
Janeway's lips pursed slightly in thought, "I'm not saying you're wrong," she admitted, "But I don't know what we can do about it."
She sipped her coffee again.
"Hence, thinking," I snorted, "I can't improve the crew," legally anyway, "but I might be able to improve the drones. I'm trying to figure out how the hell he did it."
"Who?"
"Soong," I growled, "Noonen Soong and his accursed positronic matrix. He took the secret to his grave, but he made several. It can be repeated. If it was solved, it would solve our problem."
Janeway smiled, "Good luck. The best scientists in the Federation have worked on that since Data was first discovered. As far as I know, no real progress."
"Hence, my annoyance. I have some sort of super computer in my head, it might as well be useful for something other than solving equations. Which isn't nothing, but it seems like such a waste."
"Any luck with that?"
I growled softly, flexing my claws, "No."
"Well, keep at it. It may take a while for you to get it, but there is a Daystrom award in it for you if you do figure it out," Janeway said, saluting me with her coffee cup.
"I have nothing but time," I sighed, "But my original point is that we have to be careful. The first drone is complete, the second will be finished in a couple of days. Once the pilot project is finished, I believe that every away team member should have one assigned to them at all times when away from the ship. Worst case, they can get between them and danger. They may be as dumb as a sack of hammers, but the construction is based on a Soong style android. They're as strong and fast as Data. Both useful on away teams"
Janeway looked thoughtful and slowly nodded, "I think that's a good idea. If they work."
"They work," I said and shifted slightly, "But people need to use them within their limits. I'm working on a holodeck training course."
"Good."
I nodded, "But I need to stress this. These are not a replacement for a crewman. Not even with a manager. They're for extremely routine tasks such as picking heavy things up and carrying them. Extremely routine maintenance. They can do more advanced things, but for that they require direct supervision by somebody with an actual brain."
Janeway nodded, "Even so, that will offload our people quite a bit. Those tasks take up quite a lot of time for the lower ranks."
"Hence, drones," I agreed and then got to my paws, "And on that note… For now I need to get some people to do extremely menial things to the plasma conduits."
We were back on course, the away teams back onboard.
We had broken orbit soon after they landed in the shuttle bay. The only real casualty was Crewman Winters who had gotten his right leg beneath the knee crushed. He was currently in the sickbay having his bones repaired. His suit had also been breached, but the emergency system had done its job and flooded the breached limb with foam that plugged the rips.
The rest had some bruises.
I'm glad they all made it. But it reminded us all that this was all very dangerous. That was meant to be a simple mission to gather some dilithium crystals.
So far we have been attacked or had something bad happen at every single place we visited.
We have been here several months and… it's a wonder we have not lost more people already. We're not getting any more people.
At least not fast enough to keep numbers up.
We had to be more careful.
There was the sound of the door opening and closing. I didn't need to look who it was, I recognized that scent everywhere.
Coffee and a hint of cinnamon mixed with the usual human smells.
"Coffee, black," a voice said and there was the hum of the replicator. Then soft footsteps approached.
"Lieutenant."
I finally turned my head to look at her, "Captain," I greeted her.
"You're up late," she said with a small smile, holding her coffee cup, looking out the window.
"Says the woman ingesting a stimulant," I commented, turning to look out the window again.
That got a small chuckle, "A fair point."
The sound of sipping on hot liquid, "Thinking?" she asked.
"I never stop," I said and turned my head back in her direction, "Can't afford to. My critical 'to do' list is longer than I am and always growing faster than it can be completed. Captain, do you mind if I make an observation?"
She motioned towards me with her cup, "Go ahead."
"We don't have enough people. Even if everyone capable onboard starts now and breeds as fast as possible, we'll not have enough numbers to keep the population up. And we're undermanned as is. The drones will help, but it's not enough. They're an assistant, not a replacement for a trained crewman."
Janeway's lips pursed slightly in thought, "I'm not saying you're wrong," she admitted, "But I don't know what we can do about it."
She sipped her coffee again.
"Hence, thinking," I snorted, "I can't improve the crew," legally anyway, "but I might be able to improve the drones. I'm trying to figure out how the hell he did it."
"Who?"
"Soong," I growled, "Noonen Soong and his accursed positronic matrix. He took the secret to his grave, but he made several. It can be repeated. If it was solved, it would solve our problem."
Janeway smiled, "Good luck. The best scientists in the Federation have worked on that since Data was first discovered. As far as I know, no real progress."
"Hence, my annoyance. I have some sort of super computer in my head, it might as well be useful for something other than solving equations. Which isn't nothing, but it seems like such a waste."
"Any luck with that?"
I growled softly, flexing my claws, "No."
"Well, keep at it. It may take a while for you to get it, but there is a Daystrom award in it for you if you do figure it out," Janeway said, saluting me with her coffee cup.
"I have nothing but time," I sighed, "But my original point is that we have to be careful. The first drone is complete, the second will be finished in a couple of days. Once the pilot project is finished, I believe that every away team member should have one assigned to them at all times when away from the ship. Worst case, they can get between them and danger. They may be as dumb as a sack of hammers, but the construction is based on a Soong style android. They're as strong and fast as Data. Both useful on away teams"
Janeway looked thoughtful and slowly nodded, "I think that's a good idea. If they work."
"They work," I said and shifted slightly, "But people need to use them within their limits. I'm working on a holodeck training course."
"Good."
I nodded, "But I need to stress this. These are not a replacement for a crewman. Not even with a manager. They're for extremely routine tasks such as picking heavy things up and carrying them. Extremely routine maintenance. They can do more advanced things, but for that they require direct supervision by somebody with an actual brain."
Janeway nodded, "Even so, that will offload our people quite a bit. Those tasks take up quite a lot of time for the lower ranks."
"Hence, drones," I agreed and then got to my paws, "And on that note… For now I need to get some people to do extremely menial things to the plasma conduits."
And crewmembers in all likelihood.
Practically speaking, they need to break up the Val Jean for parts and crew. Trawl orphanages for those who are about to age out and are willing to never return. Build an auxiliary capable of manufacturing starship parts.
Lots of big and difficult things are needed.
Trawling orphanages specifically seems needlessly sketchy?
You could make a call for volunteers without explicitly targeting vulnerable minors.
(I mean, it depends on your priorities to a degree. Whether people an offer that is good enough for them short term that they're strongly pressured to accept but which will determine the rest of their lives is a good deed or a monstrous one is one of those surprisingly hard moral problems.)
Practically speaking, I can see how keeping her around is tactically sound, but the ship is a net drain on resources while also holding Voyager back due to her lower sustainable warp factor, compounding the issue.
I can see how the Maquis crew would be hesitant to merge into a Starfleet crew, but eventually, I believe they won't have a choice but to bite the bullet.