Re: A Perfect Chance

Who: Cerebrum, Trisees
Where: Corridor Whatever
When: Pfft.
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>Then he turned to face Trisees. "This is an excellent oportunity for us to>acquire the primary ingredient needed to fix the mind-swapper. You see, my>calculations indicate that only an alien brain hooked up to electrodes can>provide the processing power needed to run the mind-swapper. You'll have to>get a specimen container and come with me. Are you up for it?"
 
  "Of course, I'm up for it, I don't have any choice, do I?" sighed Trisees.  He muttered something
about letting a senile nurse get the better of him.  He pushed it to the back of his mind and looked
at Cerebrum.
 
  "So I need to get some kind of specimen container for you so you can do some brain thing?" asked Trisees, frowning.
 
  "Yes, you understood!" chided Cerebrum condescendingly.
 
  Trisees muttered something under his breath.
 
  "Ok, fine I'll meet you back at Starbug in an hour or so," replied Trisees audibly.  "With your jar."
 
  "Good, and remember Trisees, psychiatry is my domain."
 
  Trisees rolled his eyes and strode off to the science labs.  He'd find a jar there, he was sure.  And if the
science lab didn't mind he'd just borrow it.  Or take it, whichever he preferred. 
 
  --Some Time Later--
 
  Trisees stood in the science lab's staring at the plethora of equipment and tried to decide what would make a
good brain specimen carrying device.  There was a large carrier device that was currently holding a set of tools,
but it looked too important.  It was then, that at the far back of the very top shelf in the storage room, that he
noticed a large jar of yellow liquid, with a brain resting inside it.
 
  "That'll do," he said, grabbing a nearby stepladder, and hoisting himself up to the shelf.  He took hold of the
brain jar and looked at the caption it had on the bottom, enscribed on a burnished golden plaque.
 
  "Once Belonging to Captain..." 
 
  There was a big patch of rust over the last part of the inscription.  Trisees tried rubbing it but all that suceeded in doing
was making the plaque look dirtier.
 
  "Maybe, if I find an empty body, I can have a try at installing this brain to see who's it is."
 
  As he jumped down from the ladder, brain held snugly under his arms, Trisees's face twisted into a distrubing smile.
 
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