Ezri Tegan's Guide to DIY Brain Backups
Mar 3, 2024 7:45:25 GMT -5
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Post by Lieutenant jg Ezri Tegan on Mar 3, 2024 7:45:25 GMT -5
Ezri Tegan carefully adjusted the jig holding her current project in place. She moved the camera and light into position. Normally this sort of device, a multitronic engrammatic interopretor would be replicated as a complete unit and not manufactured manually. However, replication of this particular pattern required medical authorization that she did not have. Ezri paused a moment to reflect on how Starfleet and the Federation had a lot of rules they expected people to follow. Meanwhile, many of the same people charged with enforcing those rules broke the same rules with alarming regularity. It hardly seemed fair or right to her. She shook that thought out of her head, it was what it was after all and she needed to focus.
This was a critical step in the construction of this headset, the installation of the two neural capacitors. If she wired them in wrong there was a significant risk of neural shock. Ezri wanted to avoid that if possible. After the headset was positioned perfectly she picked up her photonic multitool and adjusted it. She then reached for one of the two capacitors. There was only one to be found, whereas previously there were two. Ezri's mouth turned down into a frown as she looked at the tiny red blob on the corner of the desk. The red gelatinous blob cooed and giggled.
"Ruby I needed that. Do you have any idea how hard those are to get? I had to buy them from a Ferengi with very questionable ethics for a significant amount of latinum." Ezri lectured the blob.
There was an apologetic cooing noise from Ruby as the capacitor was ejected from its gelatinous form. Ezri picked up the component and inspected it. It appeared undamaged. "Thank you, Ruby," Ezri said giving the blob a little pat, which prompted Ruby to coo happily.
Ezri carefully placed the component and began the task of soldering it into the circuit. This headset was a replacement for the one she lost with the destruction of the Manta. At some point, she had grown complacent and stopped using it anyway. Given recent events she realized that perhaps that was not wise.
Ezri understood concepts like right and wrong. It's something most young Trill learn early in their lives. She also knew doing what was right was usually harder than doing what was wrong and she knew there were often consequences for both. She understood that there was a price to pay for her actions. Especially, her misguided attempts to modify the timeline. Regardless, of her motives she understood it was wrong and she accepted that she was punished. The idea seemed fundamentally fair. The idea of being hidden away in Facility 4028 because the Project Salvation people wanted it all kept off the books, well that seemed excessive. But, being taken and used as a lab subject, that was just wrong. But, she could deal with all of that. But, trying to make her forget. The attempts to steal her memories, that was what hurt the most. Despite her best attempts to fight it, it was unlikely she was always successful. What parts of her life, of herself, had they stolen? There just was no way to know.
The headset was her only defense. A do-it-yourself backup of her memory engrams. The backups were uploaded to her cloud storage on Knowledge battle dot com with the periodic reminder message that it existed. From time to time she would compare the two for significant deviations and update the file. It was not a perfect defense, but better than nothing. Still, the procedure did carry some risk, and in a perfect world should only be carried out by a trained medical professional. Ezri was of course not a medical profession. But, she was a genius, and that so far had been enough.
This was a critical step in the construction of this headset, the installation of the two neural capacitors. If she wired them in wrong there was a significant risk of neural shock. Ezri wanted to avoid that if possible. After the headset was positioned perfectly she picked up her photonic multitool and adjusted it. She then reached for one of the two capacitors. There was only one to be found, whereas previously there were two. Ezri's mouth turned down into a frown as she looked at the tiny red blob on the corner of the desk. The red gelatinous blob cooed and giggled.
"Ruby I needed that. Do you have any idea how hard those are to get? I had to buy them from a Ferengi with very questionable ethics for a significant amount of latinum." Ezri lectured the blob.
There was an apologetic cooing noise from Ruby as the capacitor was ejected from its gelatinous form. Ezri picked up the component and inspected it. It appeared undamaged. "Thank you, Ruby," Ezri said giving the blob a little pat, which prompted Ruby to coo happily.
Ezri carefully placed the component and began the task of soldering it into the circuit. This headset was a replacement for the one she lost with the destruction of the Manta. At some point, she had grown complacent and stopped using it anyway. Given recent events she realized that perhaps that was not wise.
Ezri understood concepts like right and wrong. It's something most young Trill learn early in their lives. She also knew doing what was right was usually harder than doing what was wrong and she knew there were often consequences for both. She understood that there was a price to pay for her actions. Especially, her misguided attempts to modify the timeline. Regardless, of her motives she understood it was wrong and she accepted that she was punished. The idea seemed fundamentally fair. The idea of being hidden away in Facility 4028 because the Project Salvation people wanted it all kept off the books, well that seemed excessive. But, being taken and used as a lab subject, that was just wrong. But, she could deal with all of that. But, trying to make her forget. The attempts to steal her memories, that was what hurt the most. Despite her best attempts to fight it, it was unlikely she was always successful. What parts of her life, of herself, had they stolen? There just was no way to know.
The headset was her only defense. A do-it-yourself backup of her memory engrams. The backups were uploaded to her cloud storage on Knowledge battle dot com with the periodic reminder message that it existed. From time to time she would compare the two for significant deviations and update the file. It was not a perfect defense, but better than nothing. Still, the procedure did carry some risk, and in a perfect world should only be carried out by a trained medical professional. Ezri was of course not a medical profession. But, she was a genius, and that so far had been enough.