Julia

The hologram of the middle aged woman looked troubled.

"Please, Doctor...you HAVE to help me."

Dr. Michaels rubbed at his eyes. "Julia, you know that Yahoos are routinely mindwiped. It's Fleet Policy."

"But it's not just that! I was talking to Veronica, the Yahoo on the Asgard. She knows who she used to be. Worse...she TOLD me who I am." She clenched her fist. "And I can't remember! There's some kind of block on me, either in my brain, or my software...It's hard enough being a disembodied brain plugged into a search engine...but I NEED to know who I was! There's something going on, I know it. Some of the crew seem downright rude, as if they didn't like me. And I don't know why."

The Doctor sighed. "I don't know if I can help you. I could tell you who you are, but you wouldn't even hear it. I don't know if I can get by a high level hypnotic block, and if it's in your software, then you'd need an engineer. But what I can tell you is that your past life doesn't matter. And if you need to vent a little steam, do so. Point some of the ruder types to a porn link or something. But please, come back. I sense that this is very frustrating for you. At least I can help with that."

Julia thanked him and left. Dr. Michaels called up her file and read. "Brazilian Death Cult Leader Julia Simmond was executed today, after a reign of terror that claimed over 23 thousand lives."

He had a very bad feeling about this.

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