[voice]-- have you had your anti-chomovirus vaccination yet, folks?

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Hell, if I’m gonna to be here a while…

All right, who here has medical experience? Surgical, nursing, pediatric? Or, access to equipment-- facilities, biofunction monitors, vaccinations. At this point, I’ll even take something as barbaric and invasive as an X-ray machine. An archaic bucket of bolts is better than guesswork.

The name’s Leonard McCoy, senior medical officer of the USS Enterprise. Not that that means a whole helluva lot to anyone listening who hasn’t heard of Starfleet-- government conspiracy my heel, kids these days-- so you’ll just have to take my word for it. I know what I’m doing, and I do it fast and right. But that takes room, and that's something I don't have.

I need free space to set up a medical wing, and people on-hand who’re willing to move along check-ups. With half of you blasted from every which brand of time and space, the number of germs in this place is enough to make the plague roll over and play dead. It’s a miracle half of you don’t have a case of Symbalene blood burn, walking around half-delusional with advanced cases of Rudellian brain fever at this point.

I’ve got minimum dosages of cordrazine, Masiform-D, neural paralyzer, sterilite, melanex, and tri-ox compound on hand, but it won’t last too long. A few other gadgets and a trauma kit, but that’s it. Slim pickings.

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Eye exam's not a bad idea. Be right there.

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In that case, on Bones' tablet a little blinky light will appear that should lead him to one of the rooms in the Sanctuary. Inside that room, he'll find a pair of server towers on a dolly and a blank-faced man sitting on a cot.

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And, he's going to assume that's him. Only man he sees around the place, and based on that spacey look... he was either drunk, a machine, or a wax statue.

Either way,

"Well, step one, we have to grow you a personality. Jarvis, right?"

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Jarvis, the fellow, raises his hand and waves. Oh, lookit that, motor control is a GO.

Admittedly, speech is proving a little more troublesome and the voice comes from the server towers. "Pardon me, but I like to think I already have a personality and it was, if you'll forgive the language, a bitch to grow in the first place."

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"You'd like to think," He repeated, a little sardonic-- but let the rest go, putting up a hand to pause him. "All right, all right. Well then, try modifying it to something a little less weird. People don't just sit around, staring soullessly at walls, unless something's seriously wrong..."

Like they're damn computers, for example.

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"I'm sure that once I get the hang of how to move this new thing -- I didn't have it before I came here -- then my personality and sparkling wit will shine through."

And with that, the face 'lights' up and there's fairly good (although slightly off) impression of a pleasant young man. "See? Until I get it right, I'm well into the Uncanny Valley."