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#ooc: my favourite doctor asdfghjkl! these two interacting is gold!
my-timing-is-digital · 9 months
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❝  i’m a fan of your work,  actually.  ❞ ~galacticforces, the EMH
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Needless to say, the android had assessed all the information relative to the EMH Mark I that was available to him; the second the Enterprise-E was commissioned to Captain Picard, Data had analysed the specifications of the new vessel with vehement rigour. The discovery that the Sovereign-class starship had access to an artificial intelligence that was similar to himself in multitudinous ways rendered him fascinated. Unfortunately, a collision of unfortunate events, setbacks, and high expectations not being met entailed the deactivation and subsequent removal of the Mark I series, ultimately preventing him from interacting with the hologram.
Therefore, the fact that his services were currently administered to assist Lieutenant Reginald Barclay in collaboration with Voyager’s EMH was beyond extraordinary, a true delight — to utilise a more eloquent and colloquial description. It genuinely was a phenomenal partnership. A former holodeck addict, an obsolete EMH, and an emotionless android... An enumeration that sounded like the primary ingredients of a disastrous bar joke.
His slender, pearlescent fingers fleeted nimbly across the console display, engaging the LCARS interface with considerable ease and finesse. Chartreuse optical components were solely trained on the information popping up in front of him, determined to ascertain the deficiency in Barclay’s concept to transport the U.S.S. Voyager and her crew safely back to the Alpha Quadrant — without anyone suffering unnecessary detriment or reptilian metamorphoses.. Data scanned all the particulars, accumulated and processed every detail, every component, every feature of the Lieutenant’s equation at frighteningly high computational speeds. That was until his concentration was disrupted by the distinctive voice of the EMH.
A meagre frown rumpled his smooth bioplast sheeting, a precipitation of the Doctor’s ambiguous, albeit generous, statement. Tentatively, he hands discontinued their tasks and rested on the outer frame of the console as his gaze, his countenance imbued with cogitation, was diverted from the luminescent display up to the EMH. The android did not quite fathom what the other AI was implying.
‘Thank you, but I am afraid I do not understand... My work?’ he asked quizzically, his light eyebrows ascended marginally, expectantly, patiently waiting for an elucidation. ‘Did you mean: Doctor Noonian Soong’s work? The cyberneticist who created me.’
As far as the android was concerned, he had not achieved anything worthy of praise; he was simply the legacy of one man’s dreams, the offshoot of resilient aspirations and an unprecedented ambition, the end product of years, decades, of laborious experiments, groundwork and extensive research in the discipline of robotics.
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@galacticforces
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