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That's not what the holodeck is for [OTA]
Finally, the program Philip had spent the past three weeks on was complete. Time to take it out for a test drive.
"Computer, load program Philip-2," he ordered, and the black-and-yellow of the holodeck was replaced by a blank white space. Bookshelves quickly zipped in to fill that space, extending for what seems like an infinite distance in every direction -- including up and down.
There was some lag compared to the Gaia Library. He'd have to tweak the velocity parameters later.
"Beginning the lookup," he said to nobody in particular. "First keyword: U.S.S. Enterprise." The word appeared hovering in front of his face in green text as the bookshelves began to rearrange themselves. Some of them zipped right out of the simulation entirely. Several shelves remained, though; the selection wasn't pared down by that keyword as much as it could have been.
Philip tapped his chin. "Additional keywords: NCC-1701-D. Jean-Luc Picard." With each additional keyword, the number of shelves present reduced itself. Finally there was only one shelf remaining, and then it too was gone, leaving behind only a handful of books.
Philip reached for one of the books. With a glowing light, the word Vehicle appeared on its front and spine. Maybe he should tweak that, too; it was too broad of a category for a time period with functional starships.
But those minor details could wait. Right now, all that mattered was that his program was successful. He'd put together a far more intuitive browser for the Enterprise's databanks. Now he could read to his heart's content.
...until somebody else wanted the holodeck, that is.
[ This has been cleared with Gabby, but basically Philip has programmed a way to browse the Enterprise's database from the holodeck in a manner that resembles the library in his brain. Visual reference! Only information accessible from the ship's computers is available. Restricted information appears in the form of locked books that can't be opened without the requisite authorization codes.
If you want to come boggle at this needlessly convoluted browsing method, feel free. ]
"Computer, load program Philip-2," he ordered, and the black-and-yellow of the holodeck was replaced by a blank white space. Bookshelves quickly zipped in to fill that space, extending for what seems like an infinite distance in every direction -- including up and down.
There was some lag compared to the Gaia Library. He'd have to tweak the velocity parameters later.
"Beginning the lookup," he said to nobody in particular. "First keyword: U.S.S. Enterprise." The word appeared hovering in front of his face in green text as the bookshelves began to rearrange themselves. Some of them zipped right out of the simulation entirely. Several shelves remained, though; the selection wasn't pared down by that keyword as much as it could have been.
Philip tapped his chin. "Additional keywords: NCC-1701-D. Jean-Luc Picard." With each additional keyword, the number of shelves present reduced itself. Finally there was only one shelf remaining, and then it too was gone, leaving behind only a handful of books.
Philip reached for one of the books. With a glowing light, the word Vehicle appeared on its front and spine. Maybe he should tweak that, too; it was too broad of a category for a time period with functional starships.
But those minor details could wait. Right now, all that mattered was that his program was successful. He'd put together a far more intuitive browser for the Enterprise's databanks. Now he could read to his heart's content.
...until somebody else wanted the holodeck, that is.
[ This has been cleared with Gabby, but basically Philip has programmed a way to browse the Enterprise's database from the holodeck in a manner that resembles the library in his brain. Visual reference! Only information accessible from the ship's computers is available. Restricted information appears in the form of locked books that can't be opened without the requisite authorization codes.
If you want to come boggle at this needlessly convoluted browsing method, feel free. ]
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And he'd decided that the best way to handle those blind dates was to pretend they hadn't happened.
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Ah, but Philip had looked like he had a lot of fun with that girl. And he'd showed her Fuuto Tower. Was he making a big deal out of nothing? If Philip was happy, he should be happy for him. He didn't have any business being in love with the partner he was supposed to take care of anyway.
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"Are you interested in the build specifications of the Enterprise?" he asked. From the way he looked down at his book and opened his mouth, though, it was clear he was going to start babbling either way.
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But this was just the kind of thing he found kind of endearing at the same time. Evenn if it was pointless stuff he never would need in his life.
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She didn't know what she was doing on the Holodeck, but as the door slid open and she stepped in, she couldn't help but look around confused.
"Wouldn't using a computer be easier?"
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She paused when she saw the rows and rows of books her lips curling into an excited smile. "This is really cool."
Yuna didn't much care for the way the computer system worked but she adored books. She almost jumped in excitement catching Philips gaze with her own. "Hey. Sorry if I'm interrupting."
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Her index finger runs down the spine of the book before opening it and taking a look at the flimsy pages. She didn't know what it was about, or really cared at the moment. Just holding a book felt amazing.
She should really use the holodeck more.
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It might be simple but she'd rather have him explain it.
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Kate, in her usual western getup (guns on her hips and all), poked her head in just in time to see the rush of bookshelves dwindle from many, to few, and then none at all. She's standing there like a bump on a log, blinking at Philip and the book in his hand.
"Beggin' your pardon, I didn't mean t' intrude. Golly, I've never seen books move that fast."
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"They could stand to move faster," he admits. "There's a bit of lag between the keyword input and the start of the search."
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"Wouldn't they go flyin' off the shelves, if that were the case?"
Her blue eyes scan the room, over-large and blinking.
And then she smiles.
"Apologies, I've got a special fondness for libraries."
Sorry it took so long for me to tag this. Brain has been dying on how to make this happen :/
So she was wondering what there was to do when she wasn't creating abominations... And that was when she found doors opening as she passed, to a room she had never seen.
She poked her head in and stared around at the white space and... Oh! she knew that person.
Trying to shake off the madness, she headed over. "Hi!" she said cheerfully.
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A shame....
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YAY! I wanted her to learn this!
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Posting from my iPad, please excuse errors and brevity.
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Following Fatima's advice, she was wearing the jacket that had been their dad's, that Katniss always wore, and hugging her herb book as she walked around.
Her eyes were vacant, lost, a little empty. She found herself back where she had first met Alec. The room with the archery place that she thought Katniss would like, but never got around to telling her about. Because she thought they had time.
She swallowed a sob and was about to leave as the doors opened for her. The tears froze on her face as she looked into the room.... it looked different last time, was she not where she thought she was?
If the hissing of the doors opening didn't draw attention, the loud sniffle might.
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Posting from my iPad, please excuse errors and brevity.
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"Hello!" She said, appearing like a projection on a flat surface a few feet in front of him. "Am I interrupting? I was hoping you could help me out..."
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