T’Lora nodded. “It is required to establish a baseline.” She leaned back in her chair. “It would not be uncommon for a Vulcan doctor to choose to take on a particularly intriguing case. Perhaps all approaches have been too drastic.” It was a thinly veiled offer, one she found herself hoping he would accept.
-T’Lora

Tom wondered.

“The removal of my neurological system as the issue is embedded in every cell of every neuron. You know, even replacing every neuron with a new one, a copy per se, would mean I had died and what was left would be nothing more than an imitation animated husk right?”

• Tom, IntSec

“So do not remove it. Control it. There are thousands of species in the galaxy. Millions of mutations and medical conditions. Someone, somewhere, has encountered something similar.” She met his eyes. “There is a solution.”
-T’Lora

“I like your optimism but, In my case, control is knowing when to step out of a room for at least three minutes.” Tom said.

• Tom, IntSec

T’Lora scoffed. “I am many things, but optimistic is not one of them. It is illogical to give up.” She stopped, realizing that perhaps she was being pushy. “If it is what you desire, I would be glad to offer my assistance.” Now she had said it, outright, and there was no going back.
-T’Lora

“You’re welcome to look into it but, you’re not the first who’s tried and I’m sure you won’t be the last. As long as my neural system is active so is the forget me field. If my neural system’s functions become altered, things can get unpredictable. There’s a reason I don’t drink. If I were to get drunk, I become a wide dispersal amnesia bomb and people forget a lot more than the last three hours. If you look into my medical files you’ll see a few sedatives and general anesthetics listed as do not use.” Tom said from his relaxed repose in his chair.

• Tom, IntSec