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Counselor's Office - A New Kind of Interview (Tag SARAH)

Posted Dec. 26, 2018, 8:23 p.m. by Lieutenant Corinne Dalton/SARAH (Ships AI/Avatar) (Lindsay B)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Counselor) in Counselor’s Office - A New Kind of Interview (Tag SARAH)

Posted by Lieutenant Corinne Dalton/SARAH (Ships AI/Avatar) in Counselor’s Office - A New Kind of Interview (Tag SARAH)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Counselor) in Counselor’s Office - A New Kind of Interview (Tag SARAH)
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Cori almost smirked. Almost. “Exactly what you think it was, a romantic relationship.” Her expression slipped into one more thoughtful and sad. “But… sometimes you can love someone and it’s not enough. For either of you.” She shrugged.

~Corinne Dalton

“That is too true, unfortunately. How long ago did this end? And is the person you were involved with still aboard?” Sinclair asked. Even such direct questions were delivered in a non-aggressive manner. Whether or not it was intentional, Sinclair did not seem to pry. He simply asked questions. Answers were up to the person being interviewed.

Sinclair, CNS

“A few months ago, and yes, they are still here.” Cori paused and seemed thoughtful. “It wasn’t a bad ending. Just sad I guess. It’s not the first relationship I’ve even had with a humanoid while I’ve been in my current state. Both have taught me that there are likely to be far more partings for me than most.”

~Corinne Dalton

“Perhaps. At least you keep yourself open to others. That’s a good thing. Well, most of the time it is.” and he made a few more notes in the notebook. “Do you enjoy your work? And by that, I mean do you find fulfillment in it? Do you ever wish you could do something else?”

Sinclair, CNS

The laughter came swiftly and did not abate for some time. In fact, had she been on the holodeck, she’d have tears running down her face, but there were small limits to her external emitter. “Something… else?” she managed to sputter and then she started laughing again.

Leaning back, Cori finally managed to contain herself enough to not only hear someone else speak but speak properly herself. “Well, by work, if you mean, helping process the hundreds of requests against the computer system at any given time. I can do odd things here and there when I use my personal emitter and leave the safety of the computer systems but I don’t think you can go out of your way to call that work. Fulfillment is something you all can ponder because at the end of the day, despite my being an actual person, I am the Saracen Counsellor,” she said, her voice taking on a hint of bitterness. “I can’t do anything else because I will always be tied to the ship. This will always be all that I can ever be until the day the ship is destroyed, or decommissioned. But what then? What will they do with it with a sentient being stuck in the computer. My bet is a museum. I’ll be a living museum that only people with intense curiosity who randomly hear about me will ever bother to visit. Everyone else will carry on with their lives like I never even existed. And even if Jarred can come up with an Android body that might stand a chance of hosting what began as a fully sentient person who lived and breathed, the chances that the neuro-transfer of my consciousness is not only successful, but also leaves me whole is so far from remote that you might as well stop calculating the odds before you begin. That about answer it?” She wasn’t trying to be hostile, but his question had come across as naive, ill-informed and rather insulting.

~Corinne Dalton

Sinclair looked at her for a moment, a wry smile making it’s way across his face. “And I thank you for the assessment of your situation, Lieutenant. I really do. That saves me some time further down the road. But I didn’t ask what you felt your chances of being repatriated outside the ship are. I asked if you ever wish you could do something else? Something else that would fulfill you, bring you joy. Because despite your current predicament, I can tell by your reaction that you still feel. And that is something that deserves to be explored, and to be mindful of. Your morale, due to your current state, is probably of the utmost importance. So let me rephrase my question: If you could do anything else, anything at all, what would that be?”

Sinclair, CNS

Gazing at him with her almost electric blue eyes, Cori frowned slightly. “I don’t know,” she said softly. It was about as honest an answer she could give. It wasn’t that she hadn’t pondered things from time to time- she endless amounts of it and no need to sleep, after all- but it was simply that she hadn’t pushed herself to think of what might lie ahead. Her life had suddenly seemed to exist in some sort of cloudy free fall. There could be a bottom, but she couldn’t see the ground to know. She knew she missed Jarred, but she couldn’t bring herself to go see him, to intrude on his life where she wasn’t wanted anymore. Whatever he might have said about still being friends, it was clear he had moved on. But where that left her now she wasn’t sure. She did know that right now she wasn’t really sure that she had *anyone, not really.

“I wouldn’t…” Dalton shook her head, gazing off to the side a bit. “I wouldn’t mind getting off the ship sometime. The emitter should be okay as long as I’m careful. Bu it’s been a long time since I’ve seen anything but these hulls and the holodeck.” She could go anywhere on the holodeck, but it just wasn’t the same.

~Corinne Dalton


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