(A little bit of character development here, mission-related content further down
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At 0500 hours, T'Lulu May Soong initiated her "boot-up sequence." She had come to do so every day to allow herself time to commence her own "morning routine."
As an android she never needed rest, however during the night shifts she allowed herself a five hour period in "sleep mode"; this provided her sufficient time to review and consolidate her data following each day. Otherwise occupied with studying usually, T'Lulu remained "on call" during the night shifts.
As with any computer, data input needs at least some manual form of organization. As T'Lulu progresses with each day, new information she encounters would store itself in her
working memory bank. While this bank's drive had more than sufficient storage for the working data she takes in every day, week, month, perhaps decades, she still believed she would function at her best starting each day with a clear
working memory bank to work with.
Aside from that, with all of her data neatly filed away into their respective categories, sub-categories, sub-sub-categories, et cetera, this makes her already swift processors even more efficient for on-the-spot problem solving.
Though advantageous in mental processing, T'Lulu lacks in emotional capacity. She has no opinion of herself, and is rendered incapable of
feeling interpersonal emotions. She was programmed to view herself as a representative of the Vulcan race, and therefore aspires to live as true a Vulcan way of life as possible. Above even this, T'Lulu intends to serve the USS Discovery positively to the best of her ability.
Checking that all systems were functioning as they should, T'Lulu made her way to her wardrobe, which had mostly been filled with her Starfleet uniforms. Making her (very tough) choice, T'Lulu stood at her wardrobe naked of clothing. As it were, her synthetic skin stretched comfortably snug around her entire biomechanical body, not a seam to be found. Her figure bore a subtle resemblance to a female silhouette, possessing a mild hourglass shape and two smooth mounds at her chest. After proceeding to zip up her crisply ironed uniform, which matched her blueish tinted hair charmingly, T'Lulu reported for duty in the medical bay at precisely 0600 hours.
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T'Lulu had several appointments lined up for check-ups following the infection incident that had occurred throughout the Discovery. After a few patients checked out with a clean bill of health, later that morning Lieutenant Buehler arrived for his appointment.
"Good morning Dr. Buehler," T'Lulu greeted with a thoughtful smile. "Please, have a seat."
The Lieutenant sheepishly made his way to the paper-lined bed and scooted himself up onto it.
"How are you feeling today?" T'Lulu proceeded to examine her superior doctor, taking his temperature, blood pressure, heart rate, as well as checking his blood for residual toxins.
"Well, I'm finally starting to feel like myself..." Buehler started. "I wanted to apologize for how our first encounter went down. I didn't get to formally introduce myself and welcome you aboard this ship." Lieutenant Buehler tried to meet T'Lulu's eyes to get a hold of some non-verbal communication from her. He wasn't really sure if that was a
thing for androids, though.
"No need to apologize, Lieutenant. Rest assured that your position of embarrassment shall stay safe with me," T'Lulu paused. "And the rest of Ward Three." She grinned. Though emotionless, T'Lulu had practice with manipulating the emotions of sentient species for the better.
Evan Buehler's face flushed slightly, but he decided to laugh at his own expense.
"The Admiral is visiting today. Have you met Admiral Adeyemi before?"
"I have not," T'Lulu replied. "I look forward to his impression of our medical bay. I hope he will be pleased. Tell me," she paused. "What does he think of androids?"