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The front door opens, and a highly distracted Doctor McCoy wanders through. Someday he's going to realize it is highly hazardous for him to wander through doors while distracted, since that always seems to land him in Milliways. He's dressed in his usual starfleet blues, with his favorite blue scrub top, munching on an apple and going over lab results from the last round of routine physicals.

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Someone please stop him before he runs smack into the bar.

(ooc: Must disappear for 15-20 min. Sorry! Will be back!)

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Good enough to get an A from McCoy as well. That answer would have gotten him some decent brownie points in McCoy's lab. The good doctor has already had to dismiss several of his junior technicians for their utter inability to deal with the psychic abilities of many non-human species, a failing that annoys McCoy to no end.
"Good answer. Too often the stress is put upon the genetics, and not the social structure. That is the common theory in Vulcan medicine as to why many of the emerging human psychic cases usually result in some sort of severe psychological or emotional trauma before they can fully develop. They give the theory a different name, of course, something heavy in consonants and nearly impossible for a human to pronounce, but basically the same idea."

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Ray nods. "If the data I have are correct, humanity's right on the verge of its first really major blitz of psychic expressions for generations. Punctuated equilibrium's a harsh mistress, and I don't know if the species is ready for it. I mean, you've got to come up with some way for the non-active members of the population to cope with the change in status in their friends, neighbors, kids, and so on. Even if you get perfectly well-tuned means of having the emergent psychic and her family deal with the onslaught, you've got to explain to Mr. Adelson that she's not being disruptive in chemistry class on purpose, you've got to get Sister Thomas Edward to remind the kid that she's supposed to open her mouth and actually speak when she has an answer, you've got to find a way to have the neighbors stop blaming every weird bit of misfortune on the kid across the hall because they heard she had powers..." He shakes his head. "It's a tough time to be a human. Parapsychology's just barely beginning to catch up. I just hope we're there in time."

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"I don't know if we're ready in my time." McCoy replies, shaking his head. "Every time I report one of these cases we get a frantic subspace message from Earth demanding we turn around right now and race home to deliver the patient to General, whether or not they're showing any signs of trauma. How a governing body which deals with psychic species every single day can be so utterly blockheaded, I will never understand."