Post by Mae on Dec 20, 2008 10:21:50 GMT -5
"Ah. That should just about do it."
Voyager's EMH, more commonly known as "the Doctor", stood back to survey his handiwork on the somewhat reluctant Tom Paris. Though in all truth and honesty, the hologram admitted to himself, the lieutenant did not look very much like himself. In fact, he was barely recognizable as Tom Paris at all. Hair had been darkened, and, much to Tom's dismay, lengthened considerably. His nose had been reduced to a much smaller size, eyebrows disappeared completely, and there were now three ridges running from between his eyes and up over his forehead.
The Doctor smiled encouragingly, rather proud of the alterations. "There you are, Mr. Paris," he said with a cheerful little tip of his head. "Captain Proton is now officially an Ancarian."
Tom raised what would have been an eyebrow, had it existed. "I dunno, Doc. Long hair really doesn't suit me."
"Nonsense," the hologram replied, looking at him in surprise. "All the Ancarians wear their hair long. You wouldn't have a hope of blending in with your usual haircut. Of course, this is still slightly on the short side." He circled the sickbay bed where Tom was sitting, looking up and down with a critical eye. "Now, if you'd just let me lengthen it a touch more, maybe a few inches--"
Cutting him short, Tom stood up and waved him away. "Thanks, but, uh, no thanks, Doc. I'm sure this'll be perfectly fine."
"But really!" the Doctor exclaimed, following him as he headed towards the door. "An inch or two could make all the difference, you know! What happens if -- oh, never mind," he finished irritably, watching Tom quickly exit sickbay. One would think he didn't appreciate all the effort he, the Doctor, had put into making the lieutenant look like a genuine Ancarian.
"Sometimes holograms just don't receive the appreciation they deserve," the EMH muttered, his tone slightly waspish. Of course, that was only natural for organics. He supposed that most of the crew was still getting used to the idea of a medical hologram that could decide when to switch itself on and off, much less one with highly advanced personality subroutines. But holograms had rights, as well. At least, they should. Aside from the fact that he was a photonic being rather than a carbon-based one, he was just about like everyone else on Voyager. Personality excluded, of course.
The Doctor smiled to himself, strode back into his little office, and began composing the next chapter of his holonovel.
(Ancarian is just a species I made up. So no confusion there!
)
Voyager's EMH, more commonly known as "the Doctor", stood back to survey his handiwork on the somewhat reluctant Tom Paris. Though in all truth and honesty, the hologram admitted to himself, the lieutenant did not look very much like himself. In fact, he was barely recognizable as Tom Paris at all. Hair had been darkened, and, much to Tom's dismay, lengthened considerably. His nose had been reduced to a much smaller size, eyebrows disappeared completely, and there were now three ridges running from between his eyes and up over his forehead.
The Doctor smiled encouragingly, rather proud of the alterations. "There you are, Mr. Paris," he said with a cheerful little tip of his head. "Captain Proton is now officially an Ancarian."
Tom raised what would have been an eyebrow, had it existed. "I dunno, Doc. Long hair really doesn't suit me."
"Nonsense," the hologram replied, looking at him in surprise. "All the Ancarians wear their hair long. You wouldn't have a hope of blending in with your usual haircut. Of course, this is still slightly on the short side." He circled the sickbay bed where Tom was sitting, looking up and down with a critical eye. "Now, if you'd just let me lengthen it a touch more, maybe a few inches--"
Cutting him short, Tom stood up and waved him away. "Thanks, but, uh, no thanks, Doc. I'm sure this'll be perfectly fine."
"But really!" the Doctor exclaimed, following him as he headed towards the door. "An inch or two could make all the difference, you know! What happens if -- oh, never mind," he finished irritably, watching Tom quickly exit sickbay. One would think he didn't appreciate all the effort he, the Doctor, had put into making the lieutenant look like a genuine Ancarian.
"Sometimes holograms just don't receive the appreciation they deserve," the EMH muttered, his tone slightly waspish. Of course, that was only natural for organics. He supposed that most of the crew was still getting used to the idea of a medical hologram that could decide when to switch itself on and off, much less one with highly advanced personality subroutines. But holograms had rights, as well. At least, they should. Aside from the fact that he was a photonic being rather than a carbon-based one, he was just about like everyone else on Voyager. Personality excluded, of course.
The Doctor smiled to himself, strode back into his little office, and began composing the next chapter of his holonovel.
(Ancarian is just a species I made up. So no confusion there!
)
