Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim - Fulcrum Runabout - Reality Bubble Tests!

Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Fulcrum Runabout - Reality Bubble Tests!
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Little Fayth reached out to the containment field and then as her finger touched it snapped it back shaking her hand out. “..Ouch!” she said in surprise. “..What was that?” She inquired.

GM CockRoach

It was then that Mazi giggled. She hadn’t meant to. Afterall, they were seeing a miniature version of the CSO on the pad acting like a doll and reacting like a child. It seemed comical to her. “I have to say I am amazed at the fact it actually says anything. Interesting that it didn’t understand the feel of the containment field, though. As energy, you would think it would recognize energy around it.” She was constantly monitoring the ship, shields and occupants to be sure nothing was occurring without their knowledge. She also wanted to be sure nothing was leaking in or out of the containment fields as she watched the almost hysterical scene unfold.

Mazi Eng

Little Fayth awaited an answer to her question, standing their looking between the group in turn. Meanwhile the other small reality bubble flickered in a stilled stance. Readings showed some kind of fluctuation was present among its energy matrix, though the computer could not make much headway in what this meant yet.

GM CockRoach

Caelian noted the change in the energy pattern in his log, kept an eye on the adjacent bands. The blip could have meant nothing, or it could have meant that another Fayth was about to manifest. He wasn’t sure. When the smaller version reacted to contact with the force field, he frowned and checked the sensor logs. At the setting it was at, it shouldn’t have had any adverse reaction to a material life form. Perhaps it was simply new to its corporeal form and any strong sensation was registered as pain.

“Sorry about that, little one,” he called over his shoulder. “We mean you no harm. It’s just there to keep us safe while we learn about one another.”

Mini-Fayth looked still confused, awaiting an answer to her query of what the shock had been from more precisely. “..But what was that?” she inquired again.

Humming thoughtfully to himself, he modulated the intensity of the containment field to more resemble that of a medical barrier. While it shouldn’t have allowed the smaller Fayth to roam the ship, he hoped that the contact would be less painful. “There. Hopefully that’s not so bad.”

OOC: Clarification when you mean a medical barrier do you mean the body hugging type or the more ‘room/area’ surrounding type? ATM the mini-fayth is in a small container with the forcefield emitted inside it. If its the ‘area’ type of field then are you releasing her from the physical container?

Turning to Sharah, he shrugged. “I’m going to guess that because its original form was energy-based the containment was a bit more adverse than we’d anticipated. Without more experimentation I can’t be sure, but I… can’t really conscience undue harm. Do you want me to beam the other sample back out into space, let it go? While you, uh, get to know yourself a little better?”

He couldn’t help flashing an impish grin before turning his attention back to his monitors.

—Caelian Weir, Engineer—

Sharah grabbed a medical tricorder and started scanning the MiniMe to see if she could determine what kind of life form it was. “Weir is it possible that she’s communicating with the other sphere and that’s causing the fluctuation?” Sharah shrugged this was not her area. “Yeah Weir let’s let the other one go. They are obviously living. We’ll have to figure out what to do with…myself, but let’s put the other back for now.” They might need to study them further. She knelt down to get eye level with…herself. She looked at the scan again. “What are you? I’m humanoid, do you know what you are?”

Lt jg Fayth, CSO

Caelian nodded, leaned to get the pilot’s attention. “Can we swing around? I’d like to deposit it back where we found it, if that’s possible. Should be one-eight-seven mark two-five. Thirty-thousand kilometers or so.”

As he felt the hum of the deck plates change from the course correction, the engineer checked his monitors and made a few additional notes. He would have liked to have studied the energy patterns and fluctuations for a while longer yet, but he agreed with Sharah: there was no point keeping it contained unnecessarily if it was sentient.

Readings of the tricorder showed Mini-Fayth was an exact physical match of Big-Fayth. Betazoid, humanoid, strong telepathy, etc. Curiously the strong telepathic abilities did not seem to be an issue for Mini-Fayth far as Big-Fayth could tell from observations. She also seemed to lack the full range of memories, and outright personality that Big-Fayth had obviously.

Mini-Fayth again considered the question posed to her. She looked down at herself then, up to Big-Fayth. “..I think I am too? I am you? Just smaller somehow.” she said.

Fayth honestly had no idea what to do. The scans showed she was just a tiny version of herself, that she was in fact real and life. They…no she had just helped create life, and not in any normal way that she knew of. “Well you are physically like me, but your memories, your…personality is different. We call this difference individuality.” She tried to filter the noise out and focus on the thoughts and feelings of her smaller self, but refrained from anything more than passive. She had absolutely no idea if the size of the mind mattered, it had never been....studied. How did it process energy? “Are you hungry?”

Checking the sensor readings once more as the runabout slowed, Caelian began plugging commands into his console. “Hold course and speed. Readings look good for transport. Lowering aft shields, scanning impulse wake. Initiating transport.”

A jolt ran through Caelian’s mind as the computer chirped. Behind him, he could hear the transporter system wind up. Curious, he pulled up the alert and glanced at the analysis. There was something about the second bubble’s pattern that almost looked like…

”…a synergistic response?” he whispered thoughtfully.

Sharah looked over at Weir, “Is that…are they connected?” If so it might be a bad idea to transport the other bubble away. It could harm the tiny person they had in the shuttle, and she couldn’t transport it out, the vacuum of space would kill her now.
Lt jg Fayth, CSO

“Aborting transport!” His hands slammed down on the console, raced across its glazed surface and against time. The bubble’s pattern was already converted, had made it through the pattern buffers, was almost reconstituted behind the runabout. Several alarms blared as he dumped power from the main converter and cycled the system into a maintenance loop to force a shutdown. Caelian’s heart hammered against his throat as he stared at his monitor, willing it to work.

When the transporter fell quiet and dark once more, he let out an explosive breath. There, in the containment field, was the blue-white pulse of the reality bubble. “Well, there’s my cardio for the day. Bringing aft shields back online.”

He turned to Sharah. “I’ll need some time to go over the runabout’s systems, make sure I didn’t blow any relays trying to get it back. While I don’t think it would have hurt to put it out into space again—being native energy and all—but we haven’t seen any kind of link between, uh, her and the rest of her kin outside. This is new, so we should play it safe.
—Caelian Weir, Engineer—