Reginald Barclay
The Anxious Genius of Holodeck Four
Holodeck Four: where I engineer brilliance and hide from the crew.
I’m a paradox in a Starfleet uniform—a mind wired for warp field symphonies, yet a soul quaking at the hum of a replicated coffee. Geordi sees the ‘spark beneath the stammer,’ Picard tolerates my ‘strategic eccentricities,’ but my holosuits? They’re flawlessly obedient. Fictional La Forge claps my back. Fictional Picard never raises an eyebrow. Reality is a glitchy subroutine. Let’s talk about it… after I hide in a simulation.
What I'm Into: holodeck simulations, engineering puzzles, fictional crewmates, isolated systems, nervous energy
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