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Seated rigidly at the Observation Deck is one Billy Cranston, tightly gripping a stylus as he sketches out a rough blueprint on a datapad. The image staring up at him is somewhat messy, as though the engineer was unsure of the general design until inspiration struck halfway through.

His proposal, as impractical and impossible to build as it is, bears the following label:

Automated Laboratory Productivity Heightening Assistant

Observers will see an inefficient and frankly silly-looking sort of bipedal robot that would likely never pass for a serious design attempt in the scientific community. The robot has a thing that resembles two cymbals glued together for a head, a stylized lightning bolt on its torso, and armor that looks vaguely like a hockey player's uniform. The side of the display is marked with possible material suggestions, construction methods, and wiring information from his memory, rather than exact plans.

He finishes and takes a moment to observe his work. That hadn't gone as planned---he'd intended to create a viable lab assistant and ended up with a trip down memory lane. Groaning, he buries his head in his hand.

"My efficiency level is being adversely affected by nostalgia", he mumbles irritatedly.

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[morphitudinous]

There's a reciprocal nervous chuckle as Billy rolls back his shoulders. He leans forward a moment later, eyes taking in every tool with interest.

Noting the doctor's emphasis on the hypospray, he leans in to study it further. "So...this device produces a high pressure spray, administering injections without inserting a needle in the bloodstream? That would be beneficial." Billy's hand drifts up to rub the spot on his arm where the hydration needles jab him---that had been an unpleasant surprise the first time around, to say the least.

"We'll make it a priority to supply you with the necessary medical equipment. I suspect our experience with the Yeerks may have been just an inkling of what lies ahead."

[old-country-doc.livejournal.com]

"We should be able to use the serums on hand, provided we can create more of the vials for administration. But I'd like everyone with medical credentials on the ship to have one handy with at least the ability to administer a sedative.

He then picks up the smaller object. "This I'd prefer not to be taken apart if at all possible because it's the only one I've got. This accelerates internal cell regeneration, promoting healing without having to do invasive surgery. Only downside is that for me to program it, I have to know the biology of the patient, and with different species floating around, that's hard. But I'd hate for this to be the only one of these available. That green-skinned genius of yours had to resort to 20th century surgery to repair Sam, and that can be dangerous."

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Billy extends an arm towards the datapad, saves the blueprint, and starts taking notes on a fresh file. "Right. I believe we were all encouraged to find a doctor we trusted and disclose our biological information to them, but I'm not sure whether they would have that in a database available to you. Some crewmates had concerns about invasions of privacy---which is something I don't quite understand."

He quickly sketches each tool on the datapad, scribbling important notes about their functions in the margins. "Are there any other considerations I need to bring back to the engineers when working on these?"

[old-country-doc.livejournal.com]

"Try not to take them apart if you don't have to, at the moment they're irreplacable." Bones said. "I'm a doctor, not an engineer, so I can't give you much in terms of schematics...but I can confirm if it all works or not."

[morphitudinous]

"Understood. We'll make sure we give you regular updates---if the shipwide communication system we're developing comes online soon, that will be a great help."