Techbear’s Den

Previously: Techbear arrived at Deep Space 9 to find the station in chaos, with everyone suspecting everyone else of various crimes. After some detective work, Quark’s suspicious “premium entertainment” chip was revealed as the likely culprit. Now it’s time for some serious digital pest control… Digital Cooties and Christmas Tree Computers “Right,” Techbear rumbled, still holding the chip away from himself like it might explode. “Let’s see what kind of interdimensional digital cooties you’ve picked up this time, sugar.” He squinted at it with professional disdain. “This thing’s definitely been rolling around in the bottom of a Bajoran raider’s sock drawer.” Chief O’Brien, still bristling with agitation, stepped forward. “Look, Mr. Bear, whatever this is, it’s caused a system-wide meltdown. Every comm channel is spewing propaganda, internal sensors are cross-referencing with hostile fleet movements that aren’t there, and even the food replicators are spitting out… well, let’s just say my last cup of coffee tasted suspiciously like Klingon gagh.” He shivered. “And don’t even ask about the chief’s sandwich.” The Philosophy of Digital Pest Control “Oh, honey, don’t tell me,” Techbear drawled, waving a dismissive paw. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that people will always find a way