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[ The vouchers on offer have been put to good use. Witness one Vulcan wrapped up in a couple of high-neck, long-sleeved sweaters where he sits in front of the screen. There's no way of regulating the temperature as accurately as he could on the Enterprise, so the curtains are also drawn to stave off the encroaching cold and, in the comfort of his own abode, he's donned a thick cardigan that looks like a customized blanket. ~~Winter, nngh.~~ So while Spock looks a lot fluffier, his tone is just as businesslike as usual. ]

Many of the foreign recipes I am familiar with have little bearing on the available ingredients in the market and as such may not be employed here. I would be grateful for suggestions on supplemental dishes and am willing to provide recompense for any assistance provided. On a different note, if there are any individuals with an inclination toward telepathy, I am curious as to whether any of them know where it would be most opportune to try and establish a meld with the turtle. That said, they would be welcome to participate in a psychic foray being made. I was told that this has never been attempted by a great number of minds and find the unexplored concept fascinating.

I am familiar with the weight of a great many consciousnesses and amenable to hosting temporary mental immersion with others.

[ In other words, Spock is happy to be the Red Ranger in a group setting where other minds might need to rely on him for direction or support. He goes on, lifting a hand-written stack of notes off his lap. ]

Ellie, I have compiled more information concerning space and attached a short questionnaire to serve as your homework. Please contact me at your earliest convenience to collect your personalized astronomy file.

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I have found no reason not to.

[Emotional and efficient, excuse you Mr. Vulcan Pride. A multi-tasker.]

Emotions are detrimental factors.

[ Can't help but point that out. ]

In what way?

[Not so much an argument as a further request for explanation. ~~As of her current canon point~~ Aya had never found her feelings to so strongly affect her mission that she or anyone else was put at a higher risk than otherwise.]

[...okay, maybe except for that one incident with the Manhunters. But that was a highly unique scenario that neither she nor anyone could have predicted.]

Emotions should not be favored over logic. To do so puts individuals at risk when the needs of the many must outweigh the needs of the few, or the one.

You are presuming I am deliberately favoring one over the other.

I presume nothing. I am inferring based on observations of visual cues of displeasure at having to point out that you do indeed feel emotion. That, and it remains a general statement; I do not know you well enough to make anything else.

I have never denied being able to feel.

However, the fact that I am saddened by the loss and separation of those whom I have come to be very familiar with does not change the fact that I am still fully capable of performing at optimal efficiency at this time.

I am gratified to hear it.

Why?

There is no reason for me not to want you performing at optimum levels.

[She considered this notion for a moment.]

You believe I may be of assistance to you in some way. [LOGIC]

I have given no excessive thought to the matter, I simply have no sustained motive to wish you ill.

Excessive thought, no.

Merely enough to momentarily question my ability to compartmentalize once discovering I am more than merely a machine.

[The 'm' word. To her, it was the equivalent of a grave insult. People called her that when they wanted to belittle who and what she was. Attempt to portray her as a lesser being.]

Machines are highly valued by my people. [ This is likely the first and only time, for a long while, that he will go into detail about himself. ] I am half-human. To allow myself to delve into the emotions such heritage denotes would lead to my psychological ruin as a Vulcan. I have not encountered a being that so closely resembles the same blend of logic and disorder.

Forgive me, if I have offended you.

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[Half-Human. Vulcan. Aya had traveled the stars, yet she had never encountered either planet. Her one and only exposure to humans was the man she owed her very life to. A man whom she would not hesitate to call emotional. She did not see this as a bad thing.]

No offense has been taken.

It is rare for an individual to question my ability to make logical decisions. On most occasions, it is the other part of my existence that is brought into question.

[Her ability to feel.]

Then we are more alike than I first posited.

[ Said as a segue, somewhat rhetorical. ]

You said that I believed you could help me. Can I do the same for you?

[Who would've thought? Maybe Doctor McCoy was right after all....]

At the present time, I seek only information.

What do you wish to know? Specify, and I will offer you what I can.

How long has it been since you were first summoned by this female Emperor?

Approximately twenty-one days, nineteen hours and sixteen minutes.

[Completely unfazed by the precise calculation. If anything, it allowed for better accuracy in her own through process.]

Within that time, have you been granted any further elaboration on precisely how and why those of us who have been summoned were chosen?

I do not protest the request for assistance. However, I have been finding it very difficult to be of use to the locals without a minimal outline of my intended mission.

We have been transported into a nexus. This is not a pocket dimension of any one universe, but the result of M-theory collapsing in a single subspace fracture, to the best of my reasoning ability. We are trapped in something of a "bubble". I do not intend to fight the emperor's war for which we have been kidnapped, only to find a way to send us to our respective homes.

In order for this to be true, we must technically exist outside of both time and space itself.

[If they were, indeed, currently within a space between the realms.]

And while you are not obligated, to my knowledge, to fight any battles, I am part of a Corps that exists for this very purpose. Though we do not reside in Guardian Space, if there is any way I may be of assistance in the defense of those who can not properly shield themselves, then I will do so to the best of my ability.

However, I would not object to joining you in any research regarding our return.

That is true. Temporal and spatial displacement has occurred.

The Federation to which I am affiliated is a similar organization to that of your Corps, I believe, but the fact remains we have been abducted and granted no autonomy in the matter. The emperor is seemingly unaware that she is forcing individuals from Starfleet into violating the Prime Directive, our governing law. My priority must be to return my crew home, not to participate in the war of another world.

[ It all veers far too closely to what happened to Captain April, immersing himself in the battle of one world only to forge emotional connections there regarding the resolution of the civil war, one half of a species almost entirely wiped out owing to his influence. Keeliai and its troubles, whatever they are, rank very much on its own. ]

You are welcome to share my laboratory at Wayne Enterprises whenever you wish.

[Prime Directive, Aya can understand. If only because she had all too recently spoken with a Manhunter who continued to declare that it would not be deviated from, despite meaning the death and loss of untold numbers. The conversation did not make sense to her then, just as it did not make sense to her now.]

[Her eyes narrow a fraction.]

You would risk the lives of many simply because your superiors wish it so?