Stardate 52014.1

     Elea had long since determined the ceiling was boring.  But, being unable
to do anything, she continued to stare at it.  Around her, various devices 
monitored her body and kept nutrients flowing to her brain.  She sighed 
mentally, things had been going so well.  She had gotten a promotion, 
transferred to a ship, and even got along with the people here.  Then, 
something happened.  Now she was simply reduced to a vegetable, unable to do 
anything but think. 
     Occasionally an engineer would enter the room to check on her, but for the
most part they were busy holding the ship together.  They spoke about her as if
she couldn't hear them, which they probably thought she couldn't.  At least the
alarms had stopped, right after some massive explosion rocked the ship.  She 
wondered what it was, but couldn't ask.  Over the last hour she had begun to 
receive small amounts of data through the neural interface that linked her 
brain to her body. 
     What she had received was broken and intermittent, but it seemed her 
systems were locked and attempting to fight off a virus.  This seemed odd for 
the first few minutes, where had the virus come from?  Then she remembered, the
recording of the Doctor's murder, her simulation.  It all fell in then, she had
stumbled across someone's rather messy way of covering their tracks, which 
meant the culprit was probably still on the ship, but whom? 
     She had discounted the Captain right away, he had been at the dinner since
it had started, and Dr. L'vant had left sickbay 30 minutes afterward.  The 
engineer seemed unlikely as well, since he was doing everything in his power 
to keep her alive.  A murderer wouldn't do that, especially if he recognized 
the damage caused by the virus.  No, it must have been someone else.
     When I get out of this, I'm going to need to talk to the Captain and 
Commander Syxx, she thought to herself. 
     Until then, she went over the dinner in her mind, who had been there, who 
hadn't.  And most importantly, who had the time to do the deed?  The list had 
started small, since everyone was supposed to be at the dinner, and it was 
shrinking rapidly.  In fact, the list had dropped to less than fifty persons. 
     Another packet of data wormed its way through her interface. Elea would 
have cried out in joy if she could, the virus had been contained and was 
starting to relent control of her systems.  She ran the figures and projected 
at least two hours before she would be able to reactivate her body.  Until 
then, she busied herself with narrowing the list more.