<USS Avalon> Work As Usual by Doctor Brookman

Work As Usual

by Doctor Brookman

The silence in the room was just as he liked it. Though he wouldn?t mind if his 
assistants would come around with some sort of problem that he could work with 
them. Nowadays, they were getting smarter and smarter- never needing the wisdom 
of an old timer like himself. There were a dim a dozen in Starfleet. Not that 
it was a bad thing, he was just feeling too much like a prehistoric footprint. 
He looked up from his computer, readjusting the lenses. No one was around, and 
a beep sounded somewhere in the medical examining room next to his office. 

He sighed but smiled, quiet will do for now. Just as he was about to get back 
to his work, the computer in front of him displayed a general alert from 
Starfleet Intel. Of course, it looked like, seemed like, a general alert; but 
it was secure channels that even Starfleet Command didn?t know existed. But it 
was who he worked for, the alert status switched to a man with similar aging 
features like the Doctor, but unlike Brookman, the man had no glasses and wore 
a command uniform befitting of an Admiral.

"Doctor Brookman."

Brookman knew the man. Inwardly, he wasn?t fond of Admiral Pew. He had no sense 
of humor. Everything was a serious matter to him. Well, everything they did was 
a serious matter, but certainly a few grace notes of humor wouldn?t hurt the 
people working with the pressures of Intel?s demand.

Pew had made it point to be direct with the Doctor, but for the Doctor, he made 
it a point to lighten the situation. It had been this way for years and no 
doubt irritated the Admiral.

"Ah, Admiral Pew, what a pleasant surprise. I wasn?t expected to be contacted 
by you this early. I assume of course that you want to know of the procedure 
concerning Lyryn Cate? Or, well rather," Brookman chuckled as he noticed his 
slippage again for the nth time, "Miss Marksbury?"

Pew simply nodded, "that?s right Doctor. How did it go? And exactly how much 
did she regained?"

The Doctor smiled pleasantly, "well, Admiral. If I do say so myself, her memory 
was effectively wiped of any sort of previous life concerning her, shall we say 
?future lifetime,?" The Doctor chuckled at the paradox, "suffice to say, all 
she knows now is that she woke up in an infirmary and that her mission is on 
the Avalon."

"What about her skills? Her training? She?s had years of indispensable 
refinement to meet her qualifications. Are you absolutely sure she doesn?t 
exactly remember how she got them?"

The Doctor nodded, "of course, of course. Miss Marksbury?s memory has been 
altered to have her convinced without a shadow of a doubt that she acquired her 
skills here- at Starfleet Intelligence. Everything, from reflexes to logical 
reactions will be accounted based on her ?remembrance? of being trained like an 
operative. If she has... doubts... shall we say about how she knows these 
things, the human brain- in it?s infinite wisdom," the Doctor chuckled, "will 
dismiss this or place it with her ?altered memories? to rebuff her doubtful 
thoughts."

The Admiral nodded, "you said she might have some sort of displacement feeling. 
Will she experience this in her entire stay on the Avalon?"

"No, in fact, two weeks is what I give. But while I?m a Doctor in Neurology, 
I?m not a Psychologist. Best if you asked the Psychological Department on that 
area."

The Admiral blinked, "so you cant? give me an exact estimate."

"Of course not, I?m a doctor, not a shrink." Brookman replied dryly, having 
lost his side of humor; he didn?t like his work question is such a fashion. 
"All I can really guarantee is that her memories are altered. You want a 
psychological examination, you are asking the wrong Doctor."

Pew nodded, completely not liking the tone. "Alright then. I?ll contact you 
later when there is more information. Pew out." The Doctor beamed in delight as 
the screen went blank and his work showed once more. He looked up again, and no 
one is sight. Intel sure did know when to contact a person. Even if it was a 
humorless Admiral. The doctor reclined his seat slightly as he took a PADD and 
began cross referencing his work- whistling as the hours ticked on.


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