Below are the 4 most recent journal entries recorded in unpleasant_ifix's LiveJournal:

Friday, April 30th, 2004
2:44 pm	Serendipity. I have been slowly dehydrating and undernourishing the two Storviks, and they have been quite resiliant thus far. I still can't tell them apart, but clearly they have learned something about me. I've been quite careful about what I say during the interrogations, but, impossibly, they seem to have some external knowledge of me. I think I was able to control my reaction to the statement, so that they wouldn't recognize that they almost scored a point on me. I will need to review my knowledge of Vulcans in general, and of this (these?) Vulcan in particular. I wish that I had something more specific to work on. Meanwhile, I'm more amused than bothered by the actual comments they made. Honestly, how could they know my mother was a temple prostitute? Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
Friday, April 16th, 2004
1:38 pm	Fear, Pain and Suffering in Many Acts: Act 2 After my briefing with Khan, I calibrated the device. Khan asked me to use Corporal Uuugggh as a calibration control. He was mute, but not deaf, and Khan had learned that he not reported some kind of vocal exchange between the two prisoners that wasn't the chess game. It didn't matter that the exchange was entirely gibberish. He lived and even got to keep most of his toes. I got good performance data off the machine. I hooked the Storviks up and started running tests to check my calibrations. I started to use "by the book" procedures like mental and physical responses to pain, heat, etc. It was clear that they both had some training to resist the treatments. Fine by me. Prolonging the procedure was part and parcel of the plan anyway. I took some detailed medical scans for later review. After leaving the chamber, I left instructions for the standard prisoner's punishment rations. This should leave them dehydrated within a short period, mild hunger would set somewhat later. Malnourishment and starvation were a possibility if they remained this way for several weeks. I can only hope. While they were not likely to respond to this immediately, if at all, it would make them think we were starting on them without any real knowledge of the situation - a diversionary tactic. Useful for interrogations. And torture. I went back to my office and started to go over the med scans. There was nothing terribly surprising in them. Expected responses to stimuli, changes in blood chemistry and brain function, and so on. It all pointed to well trained counter measures and a very prolonged interrogation. While the two were not identical, the readings couldn't yet be used to tell them apart. Maybe in time, but certainly not now. Something struck me as I looked at the brain chemistry readouts again. Maybe it was my engineering and technical training, maybe something I picked up from Khan's books, maybe just some bit of random knowledge. It could have just been simple curiosity about that weird green blood. I wanted to make sure they weren't somehow taking drugs to foil the process. "Computer. Start a quantitative analysis of blood samples Storvik A1 and Storvik B1." (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 7th, 2004
12:54 pm	Wheels within Wheels The crew keeps me at arms length most of the time. This is because most of the crew is human, and I closely resemble one of Earth's (now extinct) non-human primates. I am comfortable with this, but I do wish for greater recognition and acceptance. This is one of the reasons I dye my facial fur into a pattern that mimics the style of some of the other crew. Torturing Lothar is another pastime that seems to generate camaraderie. It didn't take much to convince them to scuttle the painting project, and they really liked the idea since it had amazing morale value. I did let them know that I would try to shield them from any repercussions. The captain knows that I am not to harm Lothar myself, but he was very specific that the rest of the crew had no such restriction, and that I would not be held responsible for their actions, should they decide to beat him into a pulp to please me. Consequently, I planted the idea that the crew might need training in Lothar's head. If he goes through with it, the crew may try to pummel him, and I will get recognition for bailing them out. If done right, Lothar may toady up to me for saving his lousy skin so I can abuse him even more. Current Mood: devious (Comment on this)
Friday, April 2nd, 2004
5:11 pm	Biding my time. Until Khan returns with Storvik, I am under strict orders not to injure Brother Lothar. This creates quite a bit of stress for me, since it is abundantly clear that Lothar could use a good whipping. Literally. Since I am not allowed to physically harm him, I am reduced to jibes, innuendo and subterfuge. This suits me fine. For now. I anxiously await Khan's return. Just the other day, the moron asked me what color should we paint the ship. I gave him a full sharpened-tooth grin, the one that usually frightens the rest of the crew, and said that I didn't know if we have enough dried blood on hand. He said that we could replicate plenty if needed, but that earth tones didn't seem likely to win. After my shift in engineering, I plan on re-reading some parts of the Vulcan anatomy and physiology texts that Khan left with me. Specifically, the sections on ganglionic response to drugs and stimuli. It looks like a good candidate for "lab experimentation." Current Mood: disciplined (Comment on this)