h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Well done BB...I believe you're owed a lot of money now...

Glad I didn't bet anything. Anyone know the current status of Seven-Of-Up? I'm not sure the virus was very good for his system.

Perhap's you'd better go check on him...?

Perhaps . . .

*Runs of to find Seven*

*staggers to a seat, wide-eyed and unbelieving of the events he has just witnessed*

Awww, great. Now I have an ingrained hatred of tennis...

haaay, how about someone gets ME a drink for a change...

Definately NOT barley water...

*DD is still not sure which disk is the anti-virus programme for the EMH*

There's a simple solution to that.

*thinks*

OK, so perhaps there isn't. Besides, shouldn't we be thinking of how to stump up BB's other £4,000,000? I've applied for a lottery grant

That's OK I won the jackpot saturday.

*Checkout wakes up in Ten Forward*
Vhere?
*Swigs Vodka miniture*
*Makes his way to the Bridge*

Did I miss anything?
*Notices a distinct lack of Seven of Up's presence*
Vhere is Seven?
*Dashes off to find him*
*Runs into sickbay (blimey, i'm getting about the ship a bit in this post ain't i?)*
Dr. Croz, is Seven alvight?
And what is the status of the Bjorg wessel?

*DD checks his lottery ticket, D'oh, this is wednesday's ticket. *

Oh well, don't worry. The 1,000,000 will do for now - I'll put it in a high interest account and will have the rest of the money in no time.

*Series of worrying beeps come fromt he mediscanner*

This is looking bad. Lt Checkout, the only way Seven of Up could interface with the Bjorg Ship to transmit the virus was through the EMH's interaction matrix. That means two things:

1. To treat Seven we need to upload the antivirus to the EMH
2. If we don't do that within six hours, seven will be dead. Six hours later, the virus will have spread all over the ship and we'll all be dead too. It's already started, the mediscanner is making some strange beeping noises.

We need that disk as quickly as possible

Where is everybody? Where is Checkout? What happened to me, I can still faintly hear the collective...

*Tries to get up but is having trouble*

SOMEONE, ANYONE, HELP ME!!!

I can still feel the virus within me - I need to find the antidote

Viruses, 'lectronics, 'snot why I joined, things have changed. What was wrong with just blasting things with Phasers and a bit of hand to hand combat?

*Quorn returns to the bar in Ten Forward, grabs a jug of Tplagh'en-glag, and pours it out into a glass*

*CLINK*

*peers into glass, then runs to communicator panel*

Erm....calling anyone who's listening, I think I found that disk you were looking for...except there's....complications...

*E goes to Ten-Forward to see what kind of complications there could possibly be...*

*She sees what Quorn means by ...complications...*

Oh bother...

*E takes the wet disk to sickbay...wondering if a hairdryer would do the trick...*

~Greebo appears in a cloud of doughnut smelling smoke...~ Me just read the dastardly plot... what can me do to help???

*Looks at Greebo...and from the donut smelling smoke, E can tell that she was on their side*

Is there any way you could dry this disk...?

*Checkout sits by Seven's bed, listening to the worrying beeps*
*Thinks of alternate ways to save Seven*
Ah Ha!!!
Keptin, E, I have a way of saving Seven!
Suppose ve recreated the accident which shrunk PP, allowing us to physically enter Seven's body, allowing us to combat the virus on a personal level. Ve may need a wessel to travel through the body, maybe a shuttle?
Do I have your permission keptin?
*Beeping on Seven's bed starts to get more worrying*

*Starts to wonder if there is a God-like figure weaving plot elements together like an eternal tapestry*

Its a capital idea, but I don't think PP will like it. On the other hand, he would probably enjoy being able to buy drinks twice his size.....

And....erm....E... I've spoken to Captain Boy about this, but I thought you should know.... What with enemy confrontation being so high and morale so low... I believe I should become Chief 'Keepy People Happy' Officer.... and this sort of entails... 'donut status'... Do you see what I'm getting at?

Er..Good...