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“Progressive Neurological Degeneration,” Bashir Said.
It felt strangely liberating to voice aloud the thought he’d tried so hard to avoid for the past two days. “At the rate I’m declining, by tomorrow I’ll probably no longer be able to function as the ship’s chief medical officer.”
“You don’t know that,” Ezri said.
“I can feelit, Ezri.” He decided that now wasn’t an occasion that called for a stiff upper lip. “I believe I’m… reverting.Regressing to what I was before Adigeon Prime.”
Her eyes widened with sudden understanding. “Before you were genetically enhanced.”
“I can’t begin to explain it,” he said, nodding. “But somehow our encounter with the alien artifact has begun… undoingmy genetic resequencing.”
She seemed to mull that over for a moment before responding. “It sounds crazy, but it fits. Nog and I are reverting, too, if you think about it. He’s become the two-legged Ferengi he used to be. I’ve been turned into...
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