Sim - Holoprogramming Finishing Touches

((About an Hour Earlier - Deck 12))

She slid down a chute into the main simulation again.  The chute was Kim's model for traversing links.  Links were a means to go from one holoprogram to another without leaving the holodeck.  They were more common than you might think.

Kim used them to allow her to keep her workshop with her  as she worked on new holoprograms.  She loved placing little trap doors only she could use into her programs.  A cabinet might open to a wormhole that slid down to her workshop.  An ornate fancy arch like that found in a late 20th century  campy homage to industrial myths about Ancient Egypt allowed her to slip from her workshop back into her program, even to view parts of the program using the gate as a moving eye that no one else could see.

She landed on her feet in the galley.  Everything seemed in order, including the oddly shaped food items.  She'd made sure the replicator produced those in just the right way, mimicking the ambient radiation present in that period and resulting from the more primitive starship shielding available at that time.

Behind her she heard the cabinet door slam closed.  This room had rendered perfectly, the schematics merging well with photos that had been taken on decks like this in the past.  The photo processing code she'd written had been elaborate, sensing emotional cues from the ways different species chose to arrange objects in their images.  Human images often included food items, prepared meticulously, or faces of other humans arranged nicely, conveying social activity now frozen still, exaggerated.  Klingon images tended to favor more of a utilitarian feel, exagerating the worksmanship and strength of the room in which they were taken.

All of these things worked together to give her holomodels a greater sense of realism and scale.  She jumped up, snapping her fingers to let her modelling workshop know she wanted to move back home, and landed on the hardwood floor of the room, and smiled.  

Stapledon:  Computer, remove all links, but keep the topology attached to this project file.

Computer:  =/\= Done =/\=

She smiled and turned to her stargate, walking toward it.  As she walked through and back onto the familiar decks of the USS Constitution, she smiled at her work.  Her workshop faded from the computer's memory, swept out of there and restored back to her cloud on the Federation main servers, inaccessible by anyone else.

Ensign Kimberly Stapledon

Engineer

USS Constitution-B

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