IKC FHew 7C6110
In the belly of the Whale – Need anything... Scienced (pt 3 of 3)
by Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & HoD Ro' Matlh
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Jrez ambled into the Science Lab. He immediately spotted Jared then saw Moshchnost’s head poking out form behind the contraption he was working on. “I see you found Ensign Moshchnost,” he commented amiably to Jared.
“Serge,” he continued, “I’ve finished the program you wanted. Are you ready to run it? It will probably have bugs but I think all the coding is correct. There’s only one way to find out. I must say, when you set parameters you set some damn tricky ones. I was up so late last night working on this, I think Thalal is after your blood!”
Serge grabbed the PADD with the file location and gave a nod, "Da! This is being what I have needed. Jared is suggesting we work on this to be developing it as a mimic of the neural net. I am wondering if we could contact Starfleet and see if we can get one of Cmdr Madox's Prototype Positronic nets do handle the processing?"
"Positronic?" the little man asked, popping up from behind the machine. "Of course... using the bimagnetic reflex to simulate neuronic interchange. That's clever! You could build quite a complex thinking engine out of that principal. Nice way to side-step the quantum tunnelling effects you'd get at that scale with electron based technology."
"Hello there! Who is Thalal? Would his carnivorous tendencies threaten guests, or just my colleague here?"
Serge waved his hands suddenly concerned, "Oh, no! Thalal would never be eating a guest. She is a... Am I right to be saying she? Andorians have four genders. She... it... she... she is nice, except to Akina who is dating her... Not that she is not being nice to Akina because he is dating... He is just... closest target I am thinking."
“Thalal is most definitely female,” Jrez said quickly. A blissful look suffused his face as his eyes glazed over. “At least, she’s female in every way that matters to me. Her internal physiology is different to other humanoid species but externally...well, let’s just say she’s all woman. I think what Serge is trying to say in his inimitable fashion is that Thalal can get somewhat annoyed when I’m up late working. If she can’t take her frustration out on me, she tends to look for the next available target. Rest assured, she’s not about to drink anyone’s blood – guest or no. She’s not a vampire – no matter what you might have heard about Andorians. It’s just an expression; a turn of phrase, if you will. I apologise if I upset you.”
"Oh... well that's comforting. I guess that..."
,', TIQ! FHew’e’ mejchoHbejpa’ wa’ rep. YItIj! ,',
OOC Translation: "Ancient! The ship leaves within the hour. Be aboard!"
OOC: I didn't think the Starfleet com-pin was appropriate for a Klingon com signal. I thought I'd have a crack at coming up with a Klingon text tab.
"Sounds like the captain is... unhappy. I'd better get back to the ship."
"Thank you for allowing me to help. It was an enthralling challenge."
Serge watched the old figure leave then hurried to Jrez, "Sir, we are needing to be keeping an eye on that one. I know you are thinking I am clever at Science but that one is knowing theories about Quantum Physics that we haven't even thought of as yet. He is showing me ways to reconfigure the huristic models so they are PREDICTING subatomic placement and motion. According to Hiezenburg, that is so far beyond impossible you... well..."
Jrez held his hands up. “As usual, Serge, you’re running far beyond me. Consider what you think about Jared then multiply it a few times over. In fact...put in an exponential or two! That’s the gap between you and I. How about we take this a few steps at a time?”
Serge sputtered to a stop, "And he keeps humming to himself when he works."
“Let me guess, 'We all live in a Yellow Subatomic Fluctuation'? Serge, please don’t take this the wrong way but...humming is the least of my worries right now. Normally, I’d say - live with it. He’s gone, so let’s forget about that, or...I can do a good line in Klingon opera if you like. I’m told it’s a bit off-key.... Well,” he admitted sheepishly, “a lot off-key. The phrasing leaves somewhat to be desired but with no musical accompaniment, well...who’s to know. Maybe you and I could harmonise while we work.”
Serge frowned, "We all live in a... what?"
“My apologies,” Jrez said, “but it’s an old Earth tune....‘We All Live In A Yellow Submarine’? Granted the phrasing doesn’t quite work and you have to rush the syllables a bit, but.....” He took a deep breath to settle himself. “We need the analyses. Let me know how my program performs. I think it’s complete but you don’t know...well, there might be bugs.”
Serge shighed, "I will be getting to it right away, sir."
by Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & HoD Ro' Matlh
Post Details
| Title | Need anything... Scienced (pt 3 of 3) | |
| Mission | In the belly of the Whale | |
| Author(s) | Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & HoD Ro' Matlh | |
| Posted | Tue Feb 09, 2010 @ 12:26pm | |
| Location | Science Lab 3 | |
| Timeline | 30 minutes after Docking at SB 611 |
“Serge,” he continued, “I’ve finished the program you wanted. Are you ready to run it? It will probably have bugs but I think all the coding is correct. There’s only one way to find out. I must say, when you set parameters you set some damn tricky ones. I was up so late last night working on this, I think Thalal is after your blood!”
Serge grabbed the PADD with the file location and gave a nod, "Da! This is being what I have needed. Jared is suggesting we work on this to be developing it as a mimic of the neural net. I am wondering if we could contact Starfleet and see if we can get one of Cmdr Madox's Prototype Positronic nets do handle the processing?"
"Positronic?" the little man asked, popping up from behind the machine. "Of course... using the bimagnetic reflex to simulate neuronic interchange. That's clever! You could build quite a complex thinking engine out of that principal. Nice way to side-step the quantum tunnelling effects you'd get at that scale with electron based technology."
"Hello there! Who is Thalal? Would his carnivorous tendencies threaten guests, or just my colleague here?"
Serge waved his hands suddenly concerned, "Oh, no! Thalal would never be eating a guest. She is a... Am I right to be saying she? Andorians have four genders. She... it... she... she is nice, except to Akina who is dating her... Not that she is not being nice to Akina because he is dating... He is just... closest target I am thinking."
“Thalal is most definitely female,” Jrez said quickly. A blissful look suffused his face as his eyes glazed over. “At least, she’s female in every way that matters to me. Her internal physiology is different to other humanoid species but externally...well, let’s just say she’s all woman. I think what Serge is trying to say in his inimitable fashion is that Thalal can get somewhat annoyed when I’m up late working. If she can’t take her frustration out on me, she tends to look for the next available target. Rest assured, she’s not about to drink anyone’s blood – guest or no. She’s not a vampire – no matter what you might have heard about Andorians. It’s just an expression; a turn of phrase, if you will. I apologise if I upset you.”
"Oh... well that's comforting. I guess that..."
,', TIQ! FHew’e’ mejchoHbejpa’ wa’ rep. YItIj! ,',
OOC Translation: "Ancient! The ship leaves within the hour. Be aboard!"
OOC: I didn't think the Starfleet com-pin was appropriate for a Klingon com signal. I thought I'd have a crack at coming up with a Klingon text tab.
"Sounds like the captain is... unhappy. I'd better get back to the ship."
"Thank you for allowing me to help. It was an enthralling challenge."
Serge watched the old figure leave then hurried to Jrez, "Sir, we are needing to be keeping an eye on that one. I know you are thinking I am clever at Science but that one is knowing theories about Quantum Physics that we haven't even thought of as yet. He is showing me ways to reconfigure the huristic models so they are PREDICTING subatomic placement and motion. According to Hiezenburg, that is so far beyond impossible you... well..."
Jrez held his hands up. “As usual, Serge, you’re running far beyond me. Consider what you think about Jared then multiply it a few times over. In fact...put in an exponential or two! That’s the gap between you and I. How about we take this a few steps at a time?”
Serge sputtered to a stop, "And he keeps humming to himself when he works."
“Let me guess, 'We all live in a Yellow Subatomic Fluctuation'? Serge, please don’t take this the wrong way but...humming is the least of my worries right now. Normally, I’d say - live with it. He’s gone, so let’s forget about that, or...I can do a good line in Klingon opera if you like. I’m told it’s a bit off-key.... Well,” he admitted sheepishly, “a lot off-key. The phrasing leaves somewhat to be desired but with no musical accompaniment, well...who’s to know. Maybe you and I could harmonise while we work.”
Serge frowned, "We all live in a... what?"
“My apologies,” Jrez said, “but it’s an old Earth tune....‘We All Live In A Yellow Submarine’? Granted the phrasing doesn’t quite work and you have to rush the syllables a bit, but.....” He took a deep breath to settle himself. “We need the analyses. Let me know how my program performs. I think it’s complete but you don’t know...well, there might be bugs.”
Serge shighed, "I will be getting to it right away, sir."