Posted Nov. 9, 2020, 9:17 p.m. by Warrant Officer Gerald Hopkins (Engineer) (Brian Richards)
Posted by Lieutenant Korak (Chaplain/Counsellor) in Do cyborgs dream of augmented sheep? Checking in with the CNS
Posted by Warrant Officer Gerald Hopkins (Engineer) in Do cyborgs dream of augmented sheep? Checking in with the CNS
Posted by Lieutenant Korak (Chaplain/Counsellor) in Do cyborgs dream of augmented sheep? Checking in with the CNS
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Gerald was moving onto the next stage of an assignment, the CNS visit. His file was a mile long and about as pleasant as eating a bowl of asphalt. A war vet who was severely injured in battle who was subject to experimental life saving surgeries that replaced more than half of his biological body all while the others in the group died or rejected their implants as their bodies attacked the neural links destroying their brains slowly to then be faced with a 100% rejection rate given enough time as the inherent flaws within the neural link were never addressed? Yeah he had plenty of therapy over the years but beyond that he rather liked counselors, they always had a peace and calm that helped him to find his grounding.Approaching the CNS’s temp office he rang the chime and waited.
Gerald Hopkins, Eng
Having just finished his own psychiatric evaluation and reporting for duty, Korak was leaving the counselors offices wen he herd the door chime and absently opens the door.
As the door slid open the warrant Officer was confronted buy a massive late middle aged Klingon who rather nicely filled the door frame, his Starfleet uniform sported a specialist’s White undertunic, with the Klingon imperial seal opposite his rank insignia.” Hello Warrant, How May I assist you?” The deep accented voice rumbled. The scared face impassive, and possible a little amused.If Gerald was taken aback by the Klingon he did his best to mask it. After all, nothing in the rules of the universe said that a Klingon couldn’t be a counselor, even if it took some getting used to. He smiled and was relieved that the imposing man didn’t seem to mind his cybernetic appearance as he said in his usual synthetic tone, “Just Gerald sir, I was hoping that you had some time to chat? I just transferred here and I’m findin’ that getting used to life out in the stars is harder than I’d like to admit again. Been based on Earth and helpin’ set up some of the colonies up until recently and I’m rememberin’ plenty of what got me wantin’ to have my feet on the ground. But I figured it’s time to move on and what better way than back on a ship.”
Gerald Hopkins, Eng
“Certainly, Gerald. Please call me Karak, I am afraid I do not yet have an office here on the station. Would you be comfortable talking here?” Stepping back and indicating the chairs in the waiting room. Korak had seen a lot in his life, a human who was mostly prospects was just another thing to see, and his interest was less in the man’s body but his soul.”Was there more than seeking a sympathetic ear, that has brought you to the counseling deck?” He asked as the man walked past him.
Korak
“Thank you Korak, I appreciate your offer and humbly accept. I have nothin’ to hide if anyone passes by.” Gerald said as he took a seat and took a breath through the ports on his neck, a mechanical hiss accompanied as the mostly metal man thought, “You know Korak, the more I keep on livin’ I ask myself what’s the point. Not like I’m suicidal or nothin, but I look at myself in the mirror and try to figure out what purpose I serve, what I’m here for. And not in a like, ‘these are my orders’ but like my continued existence.” Gerald mused as he wondered how the man would respond.
Gerald Hopkins, Eng
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