Book 2: Chapter 45: Replication
Howard
August 2193
Vulcan
“You want what?” Riker frowned and leaned back in surprise.
I waited for him to finish overacting. “Any information on creating a replicant. We have the replicant hardware and all, but we’re a little light on the part where you start with a body and end up with a recording.”
“Why the fleeming hell would you want that?”
I shrugged. “No particular reason. I just think it’s a gap in our knowledge base. If we wanted to create a new replicant, right now we couldn’t. Basically, we’re it.”
Riker gave me the hairy eyeball, and a caption flashed below him, at waist height: ‘Not sure if joking or serious.’
I laughed. Will rarely attempted a joke, especially since Homer, but when he did, it was always funny.