It turns out that exploring the computer for the holosuite isn't a lot like exploring the ship computer via the holotable. She looks for the answers, like looking at the virus scan logs. There are no more users who come in for play time, but there are log-ons to the computer. She doesn't know how she knows, but she knows that it's Fitz's access code. I'm here Fitz. Help me.
She finds the quarantine sector, and true to her word, she doesn't touch anything. But she looks rather intensely. She has the log for the scan that caught the virus open (indeed, knows it forwards and backwards by now), but there's one part that she can't make sense of.]
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It turns out that exploring the computer for the holosuite isn't a lot like exploring the ship computer via the holotable. She looks for the answers, like looking at the virus scan logs. There are no more users who come in for play time, but there are log-ons to the computer. She doesn't know how she knows, but she knows that it's Fitz's access code. I'm here Fitz. Help me.
She finds the quarantine sector, and true to her word, she doesn't touch anything. But she looks rather intensely. She has the log for the scan that caught the virus open (indeed, knows it forwards and backwards by now), but there's one part that she can't make sense of.]
Will?
[What day is it? She hardly knows.]