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felt he was being looked at, though he was unsure as
to how-and said, "Respectfully, sir, I think I
would need something a little bigger. There was some distortion
showing up in the commcircuits, that was all, and Mr.
Spock asked me to assist him in isolating it.
Jim nodded, seeing the point: there were certain
advantages in having a crewman who could make
direct "neural" connections with solid
circuitry and feel what was wrong with it as an itch
or a tic, rather than as a string of numbers. But one
who could feel the problem and then translate it into the
numbers as well-that was someone invaluable. As
usual, half the departments in the ship were fighting
over Naraht's
services. Biochemistry, geology,
xenoarchaeology, they all wanted him-Naraht could
do detailed chemical analysis, or even
carbon- or selenium-dating, by merely eating a
piece of the object in question and reporting on the
"flavor." As far as Jim knew, Naraht's
only complaint about being on the Enterprise was that he
was, gaining weight at a shocking rate and didn't
know what his mother would think when she saw him . . . .
Jim glanced over at Spock. "I could have sworn
that Mr. Naraht had almost given you more data than you
needed."
"There is no such thing as too much data,"
Spock said calmly, "but there is such a thing as
unnecessary detail. Nonetheless, the job is
adequately completed. Thank you, Mr.
Naraht."
"My pleasure, sir," said the Horta, and
slipped down out of the helm onto the floor with his
usual speed and silence, always surprising in someone
so massive. "Captain? Your corn?"
"Thank you, Mr. Naraht," Jim said, and sat
down. The seat was very warm-not surprising: McCoy
usually referred to the liquid-mineral complex that
Naraht used for blood as "@dduorocarbonated
lava with asbestos hemocytes."
"Sir," Naraht said, and shuffled off into the lift
to be about his business. Jim sat back in the
command chair, and Spock stepped down beside him,
holding
i out a padscreen.
j Jim glanced down it, tilted the pad
slightly to scroll through it. It was a very condensed,
compressed version of the ship's schedule for that day, parts
of it flowcharted where an activity of one ship's
depart ment was dependent on some data or action