"A longer life: Part One" By. Lt. SG Sara Kaelyre The computer had downloaded mountains of data on ageing. There were research projects from almost every spectrum, papers upon papers written on the subject, hoards of experimental treatments for everything from the lose of memory to graying hair. Sara had spent her whole lunch hour sorting though the data from the human side of things only and still had barely touched the tip of the ageing ice burg. After checking in with Doctor Sevridk at the beginning of Beta shift, Sara replicated herself an extra large mug of chocolate flavored coffee and headed into her lab to tackle more of the data. She needed to weed though everything and only keep what she felt would aide her in whatever she ended up doing. The ultimate goal in her return to the research aspect of medicine was to find a way to slow the ageing process so that it matched closer to that of Vulcans and Delosians. In her mind it would be a goal that in the long run would help all the mates of longer lived species. Her own slowed ageing and the time that would allot her with her own wife was just a bonus. Sara settled onto the stool in front of her lab’s computer terminal and picked up where she had left off earlier in the day. Her eyes scanned over the information as her figures danced over the keys and screen. She read files and then either moved them into the sub-files she’d created or she’d delete them. The research data base she had created had been enlarged because Sara knew the opening text research was just the start and she would end up needing room for what ever experiments and simulations she would end up running. "Well, you don’t do anything in a small way do you Kaelyre." Sara said to herself as she finished and then deleted a paper published by the British Society on Ageing Research. "Your first dive into the world of med-reach since your residency and you pick a topic that’s plagued humanoid kind since the first biped figured out how to put a burning stick into animal flesh and then blow it out." For the briefest of moments Sara seemed to freeze as she thought about what she was thinking of undertaking, but the out come far exceeded her worries; and the fears that came with the nightmares she wouldn’t tell Cyanah about overruled all else. Focusing on the screen before her Sara shrugged off her thoughts and her tiredness. Although she hadn’t had any dreams the night before the business with Josh and now her research project weighed heavily enough on her mind that she spent most of the night looking at the ceiling and listening to her wife breath as she slept beside her. Sara opened another folder and started to scan the files within as she sipped on her coffee. She opened one of the files at random and the name at the top of the file grabbed her attention fully. Admiral Mark Jameson. Where had she heard that name before. "Computer display only the information on Admiral Mark Jameson." Sara watched as the computer highlighted and brought the requested information up in a new window. As she read about the de-ageing drug that ended up taking the admiral’s life she wondered how the drug worked and wither or not the people on Cerebus II had made any new advances. She did a quick cross reference but there was very little on Cerebus II, so she quickly started filling out the proper forms to ask them for the info. When she returned her attention to the file on Admiral Jameson she looked to see if anything was in there about how the drug worked. "Computer, was there an autopsy on Admiral Jameson?" "An autopsy was performed." Sara rifled though the folder looking for the autopsy scans. "Who performed the autopsy?" "The autopsy was performed by the attending physician" The computer began, and then as if it knew Sara’s next question added. "The attending physician on the Jameson case was Doctor Beverly Crusher. Chief Medical Officer of the USS Enterprise-D." A slow smile crept across Sara’s face. Her aunt was a known sucker for details. If she had done the autopsy there would be detailed scans of what the drug did to the Admiral’s DNA. And if by chance the information were not in the files she had, then she knew for sure her aunt would. Beverly kept everything. It was little tidbits like this that would help Sara to avoid the past mistakes of her predecessors. It wouldn’t do after all to have her organs take a holiday on her one day when she was close to having what she was working towards. A longer life to share with her Imzadi.