Montgomery Scott

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You see it sometimes, in an engine that's been pushed too far, too long. There's nothing more you can do but sit back and watch as it all falls to hell, parts and pieces worn by stresses they were never rated to withstand. Too much torque, too much pressure, and tensile strength and malleability are stretched to their limits. After that there's nothing left to do but refit and replace the whole thing, because the minute you replace one thing something else goes bad. Can't keep up. If you keep an eye on it, keep her running as smooth as you can, you can delay it a while, but eventually even that's not enough. There's not been a material discovered yet that can take that kind of abuse and not show for it.

How different, really, is a brain from a machine? And how much longer is it until Liz reaches that point? One crisis down. How many to go?
[End Personal Log]

Tore my arms up at Miss Chapel's party. Don't worry - I've been reprimanded for it already by the proper medical authorities. Set me back in recovering by a couple of days, but I should be back in the engine room by the end of this week.

I could use a bit of distraction, though. Sitting around doing nothing is worse than being stationed on a frozen wasteland of ice and starvation. Someone go prank Keenser for me, aye?