EMH log entry: No
stardate available. Here I am, stranded on Terra in
early part of the twenty-first century. Voyager is somewhere in orbit
The mobile emitter has sustained minor damage. It does its job just
fine; after all, I
am here to write this. But its signal is out of phase. The crew has
thus far been
unable to locate and deliver me from a primitive inevitability.
thought of that
incompetent Paris in charge of my sickbay is most disconcerting.
There are days
I am thankful to be incapable of nausea. I'd most certainly have
chronic ulcer or worse by now.
I went to what the Terrans in this region refer to as a "public
library." They have
their Internet Age. Communications took a major step at this
accessibility might be just what the doctor ordered.
There was no problem obtaining this "website" without legitimate
It might be possible to download some of the exposures stored in
imager. If so, then I may have the means to generate an
amusing site; I would embed a message for the Away Team using
special tags. If there is any chance that they are still
looking for me, they are sure to run into an Internet-worthy
computer from which to procure information.
As I manage to obtain compatible data, which I can feed into this
quaint public library computer, the "website" will take form. It all
depends on my resources and when I can reserve them for my purposes.
Onward to look for a means to extract the exposures from my
imager to place here. I am almost certain this will work. I can only
Doctor signing off for now.