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'Computed, dear.'
Kirk groaned in frustration hearing the still malfunctioning and, well, quite suggestive ship's computer's voice. He'd just finished checking information about Enterprise's next destination and entering instructions on the Science Officer's post.
As the computer was addressing him in the unprofessional manner once again, Spock approached the station. The Captain glanced at his First Officer, who'd stopped and waited for his usual post to be freed.
'And you find this funny, Mr Spock?' Jim asked, annoyance in his voice, still leaning against the control panel. Although nothing in the Vulcan's stoic as always appearance indicated any sort of amusement, Kirk just knew.
'Negative, sir. I too think that this faulty programming is nothing more than an inconvenience.' he answered, not very truthfully, actually.
'Right.' the Captain did not believe Spock at all. He straightened up and continued in a slightly teasing manner. 'However, it continues to bewilder me, and maybe you can clear this up for me: how were the women on Cygnet XIV even able to implement such a function, Science Officer?'
He was now facing the Vulcan, who was standing with his hands intertwined at his back and looking not really directly into Kirk's eyes, but rather on the bridge's wall, just behind him.
'Tell me, Mr Spock, aren't you in charge of the ship's computer system? Weren't you supervising the overhaul?' Jim pressed, after not receiving a reply to his previous question.
'I am, indeed, Captain, and yes, I was' the First Officer finally answered. 'And I do admit that perhaps I did not fulfil this task with adequate commitment. I sincerely apologise for this neglect, sir.'
But little did anyone know that, in reality, Spock had been well aware of the women's interference in voice programming. Might not have actively discouraged some ideas.
And maybe, just maybe, may have even enjoyed some, in fact.