"mIS" - Part II

[Garnoopy 0]

Doctor Garnoopy

Personal Log Stardate 50305.11

“mIS” – Part II of II

 

“Alrighty! Listen up” He shouted. “We don’t know what’s going on. We’ve got a situation here that deals with our memory and right now is not the time to deal. I want everyone to remember your training and help as many patients as you can! We’ve got wounded on all decks, move patients who will live into the holodeck across the hallway, and I want critical patients moved into here. Stabilize them, then move em out! We’ve got wounded to deal with!”

 

Although no one remembered anything since their graduation, their training was strong. Starfleet had made sure of that. They all immediately kicked into action, scared, but moving and performing their duties as medical officers.

 

Garnoopy tapped his comm. badge and contacted the bridge, they knew nothing, they remembered nothing, and they were as confused as the people were down here.

 

An explosion shook the ship, people went flying. Garnoopy stumbled, and thumped against a panel that was offline. This was not good.

 

Sickbay staff raced around, stabilizing patients and saving lives. It was noisy, and the sound of wounded people was all over.

 

Garnoopy stumbled across the room as another explosion rocked the ship. What the hell was the Captain of this ship doing? Trying to kill them all? Apparently he needed some field experience before he could be in that chair.

 

A young woman in an engineering uniform lay on a biobed; Garnoopy scanned her, and instantly hypoed her with painkillers. She would live, though it would be a long road to recovery.

 

He tapped panels, brining the advanced medical computer to full power, and began a full brain scan of the woman. It would take a few minutes to do, but the information might help him figure out what was going on, and why none of them had any memories.

 

Another scream was heard as a panel exploded, and two nurses dropped a patient onto the floor from fright. The patient lay, bleeding and the nurses snapped back into their minds, and immediately moved the patient out, treating him as they went. If this was how sickbay was, Garnoopy didn’t want to think about the engineering crew working on the warp core.

 

The computer beeped with the results from the brain scan. Nothing unusual was reported, nothing listed, and no memory blockage of any sort.

 

The ship shook again and Garnoopy stumbled forward, nearly falling over the woman patient on the biobed. He had to concentrate, look at this scan in detail, but the world was falling apart around him, and the ship was being rocked by weapons fire.

 

He wanted to panic, but his mind couldn’t do that anymore, and it never would. He narrowed his eyes, and looked at the panel, immediately focusing in and blocking out all external noises. The panel never moved, and he locked himself into the position of being able to read it.

 

The world around him disappeared to his mind, and he focused on that one panel, that one brain scan and nothing else.

 

The readings still showed nothing unusual. The memory engrams were still there, and undamaged. That meant that the memory of the crew was still there, but not being accessed. It was being blocked by something, but Garnoopy couldn’t tell what.

 

He tapped the panel, focusing in on the memory pathways. There was nothing physical blocking the engrams from being accessed, but for some reason the data was not being transmitted down the memory pathways. What could be causing that?

 

He tapped the panel again, looking at everything that the scan had turned up. Looking for anything that the computer had explained away that wasn’t supposed to be there.

 

Minutes passed, data scrolled, and the world moved on around him, though he didn’t see it or absorb anything that was going on. His mind was focused, performing the task he needed to do.

 

He smashed his fist down on a button when he saw something pass by. Tapping quickly, he scrolled back up in the information. He had seen something, something that was odd.

 

The scans focused in on the area he specified, and his eyes widened. That was not normal, and that was not good.

 

The crew had their memories, they knew what had happened between their graduations and the current time, but the memory engrams that contained that information were on the wrong temperal frequency. The memory pathways couldn’t take information from the engrams that contained the info they needed, because they weren’t at the same temperal frequency.

 

“Temporal anomalies” he said, and swore.