"I am expendable, and you are not." Dorian said.

John looked at Dorian.

"Yes, about that. . . " John said. "Dorian, how long has the identity of John Kennex been around?"

Dorian was propped against the wall lacking an arm.

"Seven years."

"No,no,no," John said. "The real John Kennex." Dorian checked his files, again, to see something out of the ordinary. "Remember how you had to delete what you learned from my fitbit?" Dorian nodded. "Dorian, I am expendable, and you are not." He handed the synthetic a gun and then a small object-it was his tracker! "For the safety of everyone, it is best I handle it."

"John." Dorian took the man's shoulder. "How are you alive?

"I am immortal, apparently," John said. "Shake my hand." Dorian took John's hand and took a DNA sample from him. Instead of John Kennex's file, up came the file of John Grimm born 2020 twelve minutes apart from his sister Samantha Grimm. Former medic of the rapid response squad. He noticed the man was showing the characteristics of the known internal pain that would arrive when the detective had bad news. Dorian's grip loosened off from the man's shoulder and his hand let go. "Goodbye, Dorian."

Dorian's eyes opened feeling life. He noticed he was in a white gray scenery. There were people around him. He went through his memory. The 23rd chromosone that randomly appeared in the DNA sample he took from his partner. He noticed there were others like him in this room. Where was John? Where was Dorian? They were laid inside their chargers. Each and every one of them looked like Dorian. One of them could be the model who worked as a technician and got to keep a memory of saving someone. A child, no less. He saw men and women in white and gray uniforms with their hands locked behind their backs. He saw a man with a beagle. The others, his model, were not onlined.

"We have recently rebuilt these synthetics and recovered a majority of them from archeological sites," Came a woman's voice. "Vulcans have expressed their interest in having these installed into their Vulcan wards full time on the colony planet Vulcanis." She sounded foreign and he detected she originated somewhere from Russia. It was a cute, innocent accent unlike the ones he had seen in the movies. "We are currently in the process of onlining them."spock

"Mrs Kozetov," Came the man with the beagle. "I have heard of these models. And they are. . ."

"Almost human." Kozetov said.

"They had tendencies to kill themselves." The man with the beagle said.

"Trust me, they are nothing like the models you heard of,Admiral Archer." Kozetov said. "These are the special ones."spock

"M'am," A short man said. "Pardon me, but aren't they considered harmful to humans?"

"That is before we get rid of their programming." Kozetov said.

"You are changing them from police officers to medical officers?" The man with the beagle, admiral Archer,

"It will be a easy transition." Kozetov said.

Dorian realized he was bound by the force of gravity to his charger. Where was he? How did he get here? He went through his last memories of being on the field. He was decommissioned. He remembered seeing half of the precinct attending his decommissioning. To be offlined. They had watched Dorian and John begin a powerful relationship that helped them both. John walking with a bitter past being almost robot. Dorian walking with a unique past being almost human. They worked together because they got along. John's new leg helped them get criminals and mostly, at some times, save John's life. He felt something was attached to the side of his head while listening to the discussion. He could guess some type of tube. Exactly, what was it? And what was it's purpose? Everything had a purpose even drones, chromes, and domes. He remembered seeing Rudy shedding tears.

"Thank you, Rudy." Was the last thing Dorian had said to the technician.

His memories started to slip one by one.

"The last time someone said easy it didn't end that way." Archer said. "Nothing is easy."spock

"We tested it on a DRN model," Kozetov said, as a man came to her side. "Meet; Doctor Lewis DeHail."

"Hello, I am Doctor Lewis DeHail," It was his voice. "Admiral Archer, Admiral Tucker, Admiral O'Hara, Admiral Marcus, Admiral Phlox, Admiral Stien, Admiral Lorn,Admiral Maldonado," Dorian could see a face flash before his eyes. John. It was familiar. And slowly the face began to fade from memory. "Admiral Roddenberry, Admiral Barret, Admiral Tennyson, Admiral Clinton, Admiral Lewiston, Admiral Shatner, and Admiral Nimoy."

"Dorian, put your finger in the cup."

"Doctor DeHail," Kozetov said. "It is nice to see you here."

"John, what else do you want me to put my finger into?"

"It is my honor," DeHail said, with a smile. "Pleased to meet you all."

"Give Dorian back. I need him. This investigation needs him."
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"Hello." They said.

"I have always wanted to be a police officer. I can't imagine myself as anything else."

"Mister DeHail, where do you come from?" Admiral Shatner asked.

"Before I was decommissioned, I hoped that someone would be there when I woke up. You are that person,John."

"Cleveland." DeHail said.

"DORIAN!"

Then there was nothing, asides to three words in his processor: DRN.

"Cleveland," Nimoy grumbled. "Of course they picked Cleveland. They couldn't pick anything else."

"Relax, Nimoy," Shatner said. "It is the only place known to man that doesn't have a non person of color."

"Cleveland is not the only place in the entire world." Shatner said.

"Miss Kozetov, are they not all from Cleveland?" Nimoy asked. "Because everyone coming from Cleveland is ridiculous."

"You are correct, admiral," Kozetov said. "They come from all over the world."

"Not just Cleveland." Nimoy repeated, with a glare that could kill. It was highly Vulcan like for a human.

"Not just cleveland," Kozetov said, with a smile. "A few of them are from the Republic of Texas."

"Austin, Texas." DeHail said. "I have friends there."

"I bet you do." Archer said, sadly.

"That's uplifting." Roddenberry said. "Even a man from Cleveland can get this far! It's amazing. You don't hear Cleveland people coming to the medical field and going to Vulcan Wards to help sick Vulcans get better."

"True." Tucker said.

"He is a rare kind to come across." Shatner agreed.

DeHail smiled.

"Thank you, Admiral." Dehail said.

"Do you have parents?" Nimoy asked. "What is your father like? And your mother?"

"My parents were dynamic, at best," Dehail said. "My father was a unusual eccentric man and my dad, was, well, even as eccentric as my father." The admirals glanced over to Kozetov in surprise then back to Dehail. "My father taught me how to ride a bike. My dad, on the other hand, encouraged me to join Star Fleet. He died two years ago while I was at the academy due to a hover car accident. My father died of a broken heart two days later."

"Your parents must be proud." Nimoy said.

"My father helped me get small jobs while waiting for the response." Dehail finished.

"Doctor DeHail," Kozetov said. Two well dressed youthful Vulcans with black bowl cut hair appeared. "It appears your shuttle is here."

"Thank you, Miss Kozetov." Dehail said, then he went in the direction of the Vulcans.

Kozetov turned toward the small group.

"Our newest doctor has awaken," Kozetov said. "Follow me."

The group followed the tall woman down the rows of chargers. Dorian's charger let go of the dark, tall man. He was in a white uniform with a silver star fleet insignia. His blue eyes wondered around the room until he saw the group of older men and women. They came to a stop in front of him.

"This is Doctor Geoffrey M'Benga," Kozetov said. Somewhere, deep inside, M'Benga heard the internal scream of "IT'S NOT M'BENGA! IT'S DRN. I AM DORIAN." Which was troubling. His name was Geoffrey M'Benga and he loved to help people. It was what he wanted to do since he was a child. "He has just arrived via pod to our facility." She turned toward him and held a hand out. "Welcome to Star Fleet."