"I Think I'll Keep You"(PLEASE ADD ON)

Voy_Girl · **Sun Dec 07, 2003 12:51 pm**

Great!

PicardsTrueLove · **Sun Dec 07, 2003 1:17 pm**

MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you!!! Thta's soooo great!

Tech · **Sun Dec 07, 2003 10:32 pm**

Now, someone continue the story, or I might get Adat to kill someone here. Mwahahaha!

Saoirse_Granger · **Tue Dec 09, 2003 2:23 pm**

I'm scared.....even so - I don't have much time at the moment. We've been given a week to do 4 pages of research on Guns in America, then we get next week for another 4 pages of for and against arguments about guns in america. (If anyone feels like PM'ing their opinions to me, please do; I'm not asking, just if you feel like it or have particular strong opinions.) So writing is'nt high on my priorities list at the moment. Does Adat do excuses?

Tech · **Tue Dec 09, 2003 5:55 pm**

Hehe. Ah well, of course. Your assignment is much more important.

miss7 · Commodore Joined: 10 Dec 2003 Posts: 1340

come on with the story!!!

Tech · **Sat Dec 20, 2003 9:38 am**

Someone really ought to be continuing this story... *tap dances in the background, out of pure utter boredom* Lalalalalala...

PicardsTrueLove · **Sun Dec 21, 2003 10:26 pm**

Beverly time!!!

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

This world was so alien to Beverly she could hardly believe that she had once inhabited it. Cushy biobeds and "Red Alerts", little flashing lights to give people some illusion of safety or awareness. Beeping monitors that take little readings to tell the Doctor about how the patient is feeling. Even Jean-Luc seemed foreign, sitting alert and fearful on his own little bed. Why is he so worried? Beverly thought. No matter what he does he'll just lose in the end.

As if in a trance, she stood up from her bed and walked around it, pushing at the foam and watching absently as it sprang back at her fingers. She looked awful: bags under her eyes, skin hanging from her bones, her once-healthy red hair hanging dull and dirty-blonde, with large patches missing. She walked as if she had never used her legs before, teetering dangerously as she put one foot in front of the other. She dimmly recognized a pain in her thighs, and a burning between them, but she was so far gone that she didn't react to it at all. Sick Bay was a mess, bodies in the corners in places, but she really didn't see. She was lost in herself, lost in her fear and her confusion, and the anger of betrayl.

Reflexively cluthing her aching stomach, Beverly vomited without seeming to notice, then laid back on her cushy bed and fell into a troubled sleep.

The Doctor was a nervous mess. If computer programs could bite their nails, he would have eaten several of his fingers. He knew the situation on the bridge, but he had also just witnessed Dr. Crusher's strange behaviour AND observed the increasingly agitated Captain Picard move to her side. "Captain! Please leave my patient alone for the time being!" he called, trying at the same time to formulate a plan to help the bridge crew.

"How the devil am I supposed to just leave her here dammit!" Picard cried, dangerously close to violence. "Do something for her!"

"Captain I am doing all I can to run a Sickbay, rescue the Federation Flagship, and stop a maniac android from destroying us all. I'm sorry but Dr. Crusher's vomitting is not life-threatening and will have to wait." The Doctor recited this as he rushed back and forth between his bridge monitor and a monitor of Beverly's vital signs (more erratic than he wanted Picard to know).

His plan so far for the Bridge crew was (he thought) genius. He would make of himself a computer virus, multiplying until primitive copies of himself would overcome Adat and disable his programing by assimilating it. He figured he could then use Adat's positronic brain to create an "Anti-Adat" that could guard the ship forever. Then again, he thought, it might just be enough to kill the b@stard.

His plan completed, the Doctor began making preparations to copy his program onto a virus program, and to begin distributing copies of himself all over the ship's systems. He downloaded himself into his mobile emitter after copying his programming, then began replication. Here goes nothing...

Tech · **Mon Dec 22, 2003 12:05 am**

Great, PTL! Awesome. I've been thinking on writing a Doctor section for months. He seems like the only way the Bridge crew could be saved. Maybe I can do one on him next... no, I guess I'll just stick with Adat for now.

PicardsTrueLove · **Mon Dec 22, 2003 9:30 am**

^^I think this section has a lot of potential for an "Evil Doc" moment: I got the idea from "Smith" in "The Matrix".

Tech · **Mon Dec 22, 2003 9:19 pm**

I suspected that. But if he becomes evil, then they won't have any hope of winning the ship back, will they?

PicardsTrueLove · **Mon Dec 22, 2003 9:19 pm**

^^ I don't mean he becomes evil, but I think he should contemplate it.

Tech · **Mon Dec 22, 2003 10:12 pm**

Ah. Now I get it. I still think it'll be best left in your hands, though.

janewaykat · **Tue Dec 23, 2003 12:36 am**

Great new addition. Keep adding!

PicardsTrueLove · **Tue Dec 23, 2003 6:23 pm**

Saoirse_Granger · **Thu Dec 25, 2003 6:04 am**

::picks jaw up off floor::

PicardsTrueLove · **Fri Jan 02, 2004 2:24 pm**

I'm in the process of adding these new sections on FF.net: go check it out b/c I'm afraid the fic is so buried in the archives by now that it's not getting read.

Voy_Girl · **Fri Jan 02, 2004 4:11 pm**

PicardsTrueLove · **Wed Jan 07, 2004 6:51 pm**

^I hope so because I get the feeling it's pretty buried! lol

PicardsTrueLove · **Fri Jan 23, 2004 9:59 am**

Ok fine I'LL write more...

The lights on the Bridge flickered imperceptably. Adat paid them no mind: they were of no consequence to him and there was nothing the mortals here could do to stop him, so he let it go. He was busy plotting many courses, all of which set the Enterprise in a position to destroy Federation allies and properties. If he could sweat, his brow would have been glittering.

"Adat, what is it that you want?" Janeway cried from behind the forcefield. "Let our wounded go: release them to sickbay."

Dammit she's awake... "I want to destroy. That is all. Nothing more, nothing less." He said it so coolly that Janeway's skin crawled.

"Please let these people go. You can keep me."

"I don't want just you my dear. I want it all."

Inside Enterprise's systems, the doctor's programming had disseminated into intelligence without personality: all inessential subroutines had to be purged from anything in the computer system to ensure that there was enough space on the massive hard drive. The Doctor had saved all of his emotional subroutines before uploading himself into the ship, but he had known that there was a risk he would never be the same. And now he could not feel what that was like: to know that he would never be the same. He had no idea what it felt like. But he did have a mission.

As he slithered through cables and conduits toward the bridge, the lights of the ship flickerd imperceptibly: a temporary interruption in their programming. His arrival on the bridge went unherralded, Adat continued punching away at his key pad. The Doctor slid through the computer to his pad and started to make tiny systems errours occur. Nothing dramatic, for he was conscious of endangering the crew behind the forcefield. But little things, like making the screen freeze then go crazy for a second or so, and then settle down to reveal that Adat had accomplished nothing. After a few of these the android smashed the keypad and the doctor was forced to flee back to the bridge doors.

Finding the doors locked, he understood why the Captain had been unable to escape. Unlocking the doors surreptitiously, he replaced the actual forcefield with a holographic simulation of one. Adat was raging against the computers on the bridge, and the Doctor saw it was time to make his move. He began replication.

The lights in sickbay flickered. Jean-Luc Picard did not notice them. He was staring sadly at a medical tricorder in his hand, reading the characteristic two heartbeats that signalled a pregnancy. Picard did not dare run DNA comparisons: he told himself he was afraid that his limited medical knowledge would affect the baby, but really he just didn't want to know. "My poor Beverly," he said quietly, tears burning his eyes. "I never wanted this for us."

Throughout the ship, strange things were happening. Crewmen found their quarters overflowing with replicated Klingon blood wine. Ten-Forward had become a bath house, the bar sinks filling with steaming water. The Holodeck was switching worlds quickly enough to make your head spin. And every holoprojecter on the ship was projecting contorted images of the Doctor. He laughed, cried, screamed, sang: depending on which holoprojector he imitated different emotions. His programming could nto feel them anymore, but he imitated them.

Meanwhile, the index program was attacking Adat. The Bridge of the new Enterprise had built-in phasors for protection, as the security of the Federation had been compromised by the debacles with its predecessor. Adat did not know this. He simply took the fire.

The Doctor's final victory was a quiet one. He hit Adat enough times that his positronic brain overloaded, effectively killing the being he was. And the Doctor was able to tell the Captain to lead the crew off of the bridge, though she did not understand how it was that he had saved them. Returning his program to sickbay, the doctor's emotional subroutines reintegrated into his programming, and he felt like he was falling.

His holoemitter picked up the presence of his program from the sickbay computer and updated itself, then projected a shaking, crying, screaming Doctor into the air.

Tech · **Fri Jan 23, 2004 11:13 am**

(Aww, there goes my chance to play evil Data. By the way, you didn't say "I Think I'll Keep You" in your most recent part of the story.

)

PicardsTrueLove · **Fri Jan 23, 2004 6:23 pm**

Hey I was studying for an exam lol you're lucky you got a continuance!

PicardsTrueLove · **Fri Jan 23, 2004 6:24 pm**

Well there's still potential for evil Doc: what if his emotions overwhelm him so he tries to shut down his emotional subroutines.

Tech · **Sat Jan 24, 2004 9:31 am**

Nah... I'm too lazy to write nowadays. I'll try.

PicardsTrueLove · **Sat Jan 24, 2004 2:50 pm**

lol there should have been a question mark after my last post: oops!

Aaaaw but we need new works so....