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BODY AND SOUL
EPISODE 153

The Lokirrim patrol ship.

Kim and Seven are put into the detention area by the Lokirrim.

Kim: "I want to talk to your superior!" The Lokirrim ignore him and activate the forcefield on the detention cell. Kim slams his hand against the bulkhead in frustration.
Seven: "Careful, Ensign, or you'll fracture a metacarpal."
Kim: "That'd be the least of our problems."
Seven: "The situation is not as desperate as it appears."
Kim: "Not as desperate? We're prisoners on an alien ship, Voyager has no idea we're missing, and the Doctor's been decompiled!"
Seven, smiling smugly: "The reports of my decompilation have been greatly exaggerated."

Kim: "Doc?"
Doctor (in Seven): "Please state the nature of the medical emergency. Seven downloaded my program into her cybernetic matrix. An interesting sensation to say the least."

Kim: "And now you're in control of Seven's body?"

Doctor (in Seven): "Total control it seems."
Kim: "What about Seven, is she alright?"
Doctor (in Seven): "I scanned her before the aliens came aboard. Physiologically she's fine. As for her consciousness there's no way to be sure until I vacate her systems and conduct a neurological exam."
Kim: "Then we need the mobile emitter."

Doctor (in Seven): "This experience will make a fascinating article for the Starfleet Medical Journal." The Doctor-inside-Seven puts her hand up against the forcefield and receives a shock. "Ow!"
Kim: "Careful. That's not your body, remember?"

Doctor (in Seven): "What IS that?"
Kim: "What?"
Doctor (in Seven): "That smell."
Kim: "I don't smell anything."
Doctor (in Seven): "Could be an airborne toxin. Do you think they're trying to poison us?" After sniffing round for a moment, "It's you!"
Kim: "It's been a busy day! Guess I'm perspiring a little."
Doctor (in Seven): "A little! Seven's had a busy day too and she's come through it smelling like a proverbial rose."

Janeway: "Captain's log, stardate 54238.3. We've completed our maintenance layover at the Meldorian station and we're on our way to rendezvous with the Delta Flyer. We expect to reach them in 48 hours."

In Tuvok's quarters, Tuvok is unwell. Paris, the medical assistant and standing in for the Doctor during his absence, scans Tuvok with a medical tricorder.
Paris: "Headache, fever, respiratory distress, tremors. Looks like some kind of a virus."
Tuvok: "It is not a virus."
Paris: "You want to tell me what's going on?"
Tuvok: "In the Doctor's database you'll find a medication under file theta 12 alpha. Please, replicate it immediately."
Paris: "You know I can't give out medicine without knowing what it's for."
Tuvok: "If you must know, I am suffering from a neuro-chemical imbalance."
Paris: "An imbalance?"
Tuvok: "It is native to my species."
Paris: "Ah, this wouldn't be the kind of imbalance that comes round once every seven years?
Tuvok nods. "My pon farr is in the early stages. The urges are still controllable."
Paris: "You never fail to amaze me, Tuvok. A man of your advanced years, still drive by the mating instinct?"
Tuvok: "Unlike in humans, the Vulcan libido increases with time."
Paris: "Well, I guess there has to be some kind of reward for all that Vulcan discipline."
Tuvok: "The Doctor anticipated my needs and developed a treatment. Combined with meditation it will enable me to control the symptoms."
Paris: "Well, if that doesn't work, there's always a cold sonic shower. I'll tell the Captain you'll be out of commission for a couple of days."
Tuvok: "She will want to know why."
Paris: "Well, according to my tricorder all we've got here is a mild case of the Tarkalean flu."
Tuvok: "Thank you, Lieutenant."

On the Lokirrim ship, the prisoners have received food. For Kim it tastes horrible. The Doctor (in Seven), however, is tucking in with great pleasure!
Doctor (in Seven): "Mmmm, I had no idea that eating was such a sensual experience - the tastes, the textures, feeling it slide down Seven's oesophagus. It's exquisite."

Kim: "They're prison rations! My uniform probably tastes better."
Doctor (in Seven): "I was thinking, when we get back to Voyager, perhaps you and Seven could help me modify my physical parameters."
Kim: "Why?"
Doctor (in Seven): "So I can eat of course, like any other member of the crew."
Kim: "There's just one small problem. You don't have a stomach. Where's the food going to go?"
Doctor (in Seven): "I believe we could construct a holographic stomach. It can store the food for eventual recycling."

Kim: "Maybe we should focus on something more productive, like getting out of here."

Doctor (in Seven): "Relax, Ensign. Our shipmates have never let us down before. I'm sure the Captain will clear up this little misunderstanding. In the meantime, are you going to finish that?"
Kim hands over his plate.

Jaryn and another Lokirrim enter and deactivate the forcefield on the detention cell. Seven is collected.
Jaryn to Seven: "You, come with us."
Kim: "I'm the senior officer. If you're going to take someone, take me."
Jaryn: "My orders were specific."
Doctor (in Seven): "Don't worry, Ensign. I can take care of myself." As they leave, the Doctor (in Seven) tells the Lokirrim: "My compliments to the chef."

Jaryn reactivates the forcefield.

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	The Lokirrim patrol ship.
	Kim and Seven are put into the detention area by the Lokirrim.
	Kim: "I want to talk to your superior!" The Lokirrim ignore him and activate the forcefield on the detention cell. Kim slams his hand against the bulkhead in frustration. Seven: "Careful, Ensign, or you'll fracture a metacarpal." Kim: "That'd be the least of our problems." Seven: "The situation is not as desperate as it appears." Kim: "Not as desperate? We're prisoners on an alien ship, Voyager has no idea we're missing, and the Doctor's been decompiled!" Seven, smiling smugly: "The reports of my decompilation have been greatly exaggerated."
	Kim: "Doc?" Doctor (in Seven): "Please state the nature of the medical emergency. Seven downloaded my program into her cybernetic matrix. An interesting sensation to say the least."
	Kim: "And now you're in control of Seven's body?"
	Doctor (in Seven): "Total control it seems." Kim: "What about Seven, is she alright?" Doctor (in Seven): "I scanned her before the aliens came aboard. Physiologically she's fine. As for her consciousness there's no way to be sure until I vacate her systems and conduct a neurological exam." Kim: "Then we need the mobile emitter."
	Doctor (in Seven): "This experience will make a fascinating article for the Starfleet Medical Journal." The Doctor-inside-Seven puts her hand up against the forcefield and receives a shock. "Ow!" Kim: "Careful. That's not your body, remember?"
	Doctor (in Seven): "What IS that?" Kim: "What?" Doctor (in Seven): "That smell." Kim: "I don't smell anything." Doctor (in Seven): "Could be an airborne toxin. Do you think they're trying to poison us?" After sniffing round for a moment, "It's you!" Kim: "It's been a busy day! Guess I'm perspiring a little." Doctor (in Seven): "A little! Seven's had a busy day too and she's come through it smelling like a proverbial rose."

	Kim: "Maybe we should focus on something more productive, like getting out of here."
	Doctor (in Seven): "Relax, Ensign. Our shipmates have never let us down before. I'm sure the Captain will clear up this little misunderstanding. In the meantime, are you going to finish that?" Kim hands over his plate.
	Jaryn and another Lokirrim enter and deactivate the forcefield on the detention cell. Seven is collected. Jaryn to Seven: "You, come with us." Kim: "I'm the senior officer. If you're going to take someone, take me." Jaryn: "My orders were specific." Doctor (in Seven): "Don't worry, Ensign. I can take care of myself." As they leave, the Doctor (in Seven) tells the Lokirrim: "My compliments to the chef."
	Jaryn reactivates the forcefield.