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Mirror of Ysmihw

Posted on Sun Jun 21st, 2020 @ 5:35am by Lieutenant Skovik cha Silask

Mission: Under A Glassy Surface, Where We Don't Belong...
Location: Intelligence Headquarters

The mirroring of the databases had gone so perfectly in the previous week that Skovik was actually slightly surprised at its ease. The ORB computer had integrated seamlessly with the other systems and appeared to the untrained eye to be just a storage database of vulcan origin. It was so much more, and functioned as a mirror for the computer so that he could watch the programming changes in real time, pausing to see what the effect of each command line that went into the computer. It automatically removed those things that he'd set as normal functionality for the computer, and had a .01% error as far as he'd been able to test. The ORB computer was worth every credit that he'd paid for it, and every hour he'd spent modifying its functionality. This particular computer was as close to perfection for Skovik as he could make it.

The humans had a quaint little rhyme that went mirror mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all...and the thought of it made the trace of a smile cross his lips.

He supposed that he appreciated humans more than the average Vulcan, because he appreciated the value of whimsy even if he could not or rather did not exercise the trait.

While the merging was being done, he could delve more into the research that the captain had initially asked him about. How had someone managed to get aboard with the intent of sabotaging the Dreadnought. Even more concerning was the fact that they had managed to do so, placing messages into the Captain's ready room and the Sickbay surgical computers. Those messages had come from the same location, but it was not the location where the computer changes had come from.

The messages themselves had originated from a set of empty quarters on the crew deck. The programming had looped through many stations before finding their terminus in those quarters. It was as if the maliciousness was random, and Skovik was certain that wasn't the case. The Vulcan's suspicion was that the maliciousness was made to appear random, for the programming of the messages themselves was nowhere near as sophisticated as the subtle sabotage of the ship's systems. He had a few tentative leads, but nothing substantive enough to base an investigation on. He'd tracked down more with less, but it was an exercise in time and patience. In the meantime, he could trace the crew from their first duty stations until now. He'd started with the Captain, not that he thought he needed to, but best be thorough.

It was illogical to allow personal and deeply held religious beliefs, racist ideologies, or speciest doctrines to color ones judgement of Starfleet as a whole, and yet he'd found several crewmembers that he'd noted for security to keep a closer eye on.

"Computer, music please."

"Please specify origin and time period"

"Earth, instrumental. Random."

A roaring tune began to play, with the combination of nails on a chalkboard and screeching vocals that would have been uncomfortable for him at a normal volume simply due to the style. The volume that the Vulcan was comfortable with had been exceeded by three times, and the music itself was unpleasant. An expression of displeasure and discomfort crossed his features briefly "Computer halt playback."

The music stopped and Skovik waited until the ringing in his ears had eased enough that he could hear properly once more. It took far longer than he'd expected and left him with a dull thudding beat in his head. It was oddly similar to the thudding bass that had been underneath the music itself. "Computer what are the current audio settings for this room?"

"Settings programmed by Lt. Commander Parr, preference setting musical genre Earth Grunge Metal. All requests made at random to be pulled from this genre."

"Please reset settings to default. Volume setting 50 percent of default. "

"Preferences changed."

He could easily meditate away the headache, but he had neither the time nor the inclination to do so at this time. It took too much time away from his task when he had work to do. There was too much that didn't yet make sense that he had spent days pulling the pieces out of the computer's database. Reaching up to rub behind his ears to ease the pain that was gathering there, he felt an unpleasant sensation track from the base of his skull to his hand.

"I believe my human counterparts would say to hell with this."


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