[Synthesis]Intelligent Simulation

[Captain's log: Stardate 2821.5, this is the time of return from Marcus 3, our route leads us through Murasaki 312.The Enterprise passed here two days ago when it was carrying a ship of medical supplies to the Marcus 3 planet. This is a vague and indeterminate place made up of quasars. This is a rare opportunity for scientific investigation. We are here It took some time.

Probably because the voyage was too long this time, I noticed that the navigator Chekov was a little nervous on the way back. I suggested that he seek psychological counseling from Chief Medical Officer McCoy after his shift. 】

"It seems that you haven't slept well recently." McCoy checked the navigator of his ship to make sure that he was not sick or injured, then made him a cup of hot drink, then sat back and pointed at him The slightly obvious dark circles joked, "What's the matter recently?"

Pavel Chekhov is the senior navigator of the Enterprise. Although he is only in his 20s now, he is one of the most senior crew members on the Enterprise.McCoy had known him a long time, and knew he was a smart kid.He knew that there was no one on board who didn't like him.

—so what was he to worry about?

"I haven't been able to sleep very much recently." Chekhov pursed his lips and said with a shrug, but he still took the cup handed over by McCoy and smiled gratefully.

"Have you stayed up late?" McCoy asked casually. This was a routine question. He needed to know the living conditions of his patient recently before he could solve the problem.

"Maybe?" Chekov shrugged again, "I worked several night shifts in a row." It's not that they still have a sun as a reference in the universe to distinguish day from night.But everyone still has their own biological clock, using the ship itself as a frame of reference.

"..." Being on duty during his usual rest time means night shift. Of course, McCoy also understands this statement. He raised one eyebrow and looked at him strangely.Usually their duty is constantly rotating... except for a few positions that must be on call permanently such as captain, first officer, chief medical officer.

"Paul hasn't been feeling well for the past few days, so I've taken a few consecutive shifts for him." Chekhov said this, in a tone that wasn't a big deal.

McCoy thought, so it seems that this is the problem, and it is indeed a nervous disorder caused by continuous work and too long flight.

McCoy recorded this in his notes as a conclusion, and then thought about suggesting that Kirk should let everyone relax at an asteroid transit station nearby, and at the same time he was still sitting on the hospital bed waiting for the conclusion. Cove suggested, "I don't recommend medication, so if you really can't sleep... how about finding someone to kill some time?" McCoy paused, pointing to the ceiling when the other party showed a puzzled expression, "vita never Rest, you know, if you can play three-dimensional chess, you can find her." He used her instead of it, and McCoy privately felt that Vita's level of intelligence was not comparable to that of simple vi on other ships , so they are more willing to address her with more respect.

"Oh, that sounds like a good idea." Chekov nodded with a slightly satisfied expression when he heard the eyebrows that were tangled up in doubt.Standing up to thank the medical officer for his suggestion, and then leaving, I heard the next addition from the medical officer——

"I saw Spock playing chess with her two days ago."

"...You mean...do I go to her and be abused as a vegetable?" Chekov hesitated for a moment, then swallowed, and asked uncertainly.

"Oh... I guess so?" McCoy looked at the brows and shoulders of the young man in front of him who had slumped instantly, and McCoy was amused by the discouraged expression. It helps you understand yourself."

Although McCoy's proposal sounded quite malicious, Chekov decided to do so when he couldn't sleep that day. He sat up and wanted to call the never-ending artificial intelligence on the ship.Then he paused, and decided to walk out of his lounge and into the common room.

There was no one here at the moment, so he found a corner to sit down, and called "vita?"

【gentlemen? 】The desktop lights up, and the sound comes from the external speaker 【Do you need any help?I overheard Dr. McCoy's conversation with you 4 hours and 35 minutes ago. 】

"Uh... just, come play a game of chess?" Chekov thought for a while, and felt that he was really stupid for doing this, but he was too embarrassed to leave like this, so he shrugged and followed McCoy's suggestion Said.

【My pleasure. 】The voice in the computer rang, and the desktop stereoscopic projection was started to project a chessboard.

After they played chess for about 10 minutes, the silence was broken by vita 【May I ask a question?You did not summon me directly from your lounge, even though that would have been the most efficient decision, what made you decide to do so? 】

"Uh... I think that's a personal thing?" Chekov thought for a while, and then answered while making a move.

[You know that as long as there is a communicator, I will exist, right? 】

"But it still feels different...you don't monitor all places when it's not necessary, right?" Chekov felt a little shudder at the thought of this possibility.

[Indeed. 】Vita's answer made him relax a little 【So you think you should keep your own * for me, are you treating me like a fellow? 】

"Of course... I guess so?" Chekov said, and then unexpectedly got silence. This silence made Chekov feel a little embarrassed, so he asked cautiously, "Vita, are you still here?" ?"

[Yes, I'm still here. ] The voice of the other party was still stable, but Chekov was not sure whether the voice of an ai would cause mood swings, or whether the ai had this ability.

"Speaking of it...you can project so many things...can't you project yourself?" Chekov moved his body, a little embarrassed. It's not good to chat with an invisible AI. You can't judge anything by sight. So he asked if he had nothing to say.

I don't know how Scott can adapt to this and enjoy chatting with Vita.

[Project yourself? 】

"Don't you have a profile or something? Black or blond hair, blue or dark eyes, white or yellow, age setting or something?"

[I... haven't considered this, because before, it wasn't necessary for me to design a self-image, but if you need it, I can input your aesthetic parameters to project one. 】

"What... no no no, no need, I don't mean anything." Chekov was completely flustered this time, he waved his hand, regardless of whether the other party could see it, and quickly refused. Vita's proposal made him feel like It's the same as plotting against an AI.

This time, there was still a long silence in response to him. At the same time, their chessboard did not move for a minute. The computer didn't think for so long, so Chekov had to continue calling "vita?"

But this time, what responded to him was eternal silence and a sudden cut-off projection.

This is not normal, Chekov stood up quickly, thinking vigilantly, he went out to find a commotion in the corridor, which showed that it was even more abnormal.Chekov thought so, and then the nearest communicator wanted to ask if something happened to the bridge, but found that the support of AI had been cut off without communication.

He had no choice but to run to the engine room on the next floor. He thought about asking if there was something wrong, maybe he could help.Then I saw that the engine room on the ground floor was full of busy red shirts running back and forth. It seemed that the AI’s loss of contact was ship-wide. When walking through some engine rooms, Chekov found that everything here had been replaced with Manually.

Finally he found the chief engineer, Scott, who was manually switching the phaser in the transfer cabin, and asked, "What happened?"

"I don't know very well." Scott looked very busy, he was sweating profusely while debugging and replied, "A signal was received at the bridge, and then Vita lost contact, and all computers were disconnected... "

"Scott, is everything ready?" At this time, Captain Kirk led his first officer, Spock, into the transmission room in a hurry, and then stood at the transmission position of the phaser.

"Manual transmission is ready, Captain." Scott nodded.

"Give this place to Chekov, and you will come down with us." Kirk nodded and ordered.

"What happened? Captain?" Chekov asked suspiciously while taking over Scott's position.

"The unknown creatures on the planet below took away our good girl." Kirk answered concisely.

Well...although they have already encountered a lot of bad things in the five-year plan, but this is...a bit more than...