#dr. agnes jurati

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Quarter-Finals

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Amazing drawings of Rios and Jurati.

Jurati and Rios from Star Trek Picard.

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Dr. Agnes Jurati

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In the shadow of Ganmadan.

It was a little offensive, the clear sky and beautiful weather. It should be raining, thundering, like in her dreams--red and scary, foreboding--but it isn't. Jean Luc Picard died and it is...just another day. She knows that Alton Soong and Dr. Jurati are working on it, maping and copying his neural patterns into the golem Soong had reserved for himself. There's no guarantee it will work, that they can take the patterns off a dead man and expect them to function. He may not be restored at all, and Soji feels terribly lost. She has siblings here, dozens of them, but she's the odd one out. Not one of them can really comprehend what she's been through in the last few days. None of them can even start to relate. Dahj is gone. Her mother is an AI, a holo construct that was meant to keep her from breaking her cover. Narek is--somewhere outside. In a cell? The fact that she'd even consider talking to him only enhances her distress. She's all alone. Again. And the Romulan fleet is gone, but so is most of the Starfleet one. They are defenseless, completely out of orchids, and only Soji seems to recognize that the danger hasn't passed. That they aren't actually safe from anything. Another nudge to her bedrock could topple everything again, and again, and again and she chose to let the guarantee of safety go. She hates herself for giving that up, for shutting down the transmitter, and then hates herself in another way for even considering summoning the extra-galactic synthetics. Her life isn't worth every organic one. It's objectively true but so very hard to remember when the threat of death and destruction seems to hover over her like her own personal raincloud. So Soji sits, miserable and distraught, on the edge of Alton Soong's desk and tries not to think about it. Unfortunately the only distractions she has are the synthetics littered around the office. Alton Soong had been so proud, so excited to show her his prototypes. The golem, the next set of fractal clones, mice for Spot II to chase. Each one was meticulously designed and he loved them, truly. His crowning masterpiece was the reproduction of Data. It took up the center of the room and all Soji could do was stare. He looked peaceful, like he was sleeping and not just an empty, expertly sculpted husk in a stasis chamber. She was almost jealous, that he got to sleep so softly while she was vibrating with anxiety about the next calamity, the next loss, the next inevitable, crushing death. She runs both hands through her hair, tugging it to try and clear the maudline catastrophizing. It half works. "I wish I could have met you," Soji says to the stasis chamber and her arms drop back to her sides. "If half of what everyone said was true, you'd probably have something profound to say."

"Or...at least you might give me a hug."

She was tearing up, thinking of her Dad, the fake ghost in her dreams. He never existed but she had memories of him saying profound things. She recalled her mom trying to cheer her up--or Dahj, who may have actually done that before they were separated. Picard had even tried to comfort her, in his own way--and now she comes back to Narek again. The last man standing. God, her life was pathetic if the Tal'Shiar were her best choice for a hug. She wipes her eyes and tries to stop thinking again. It doesn't work any better this time. "Fuck," Soji says to the empty room. To the construct that is not her kind of father. It required a quantum computer to hold what they had of Data's neural patterns--if the code, the information, were any less she might have been able to boot him up, to talk to him through holograms like she did her mom, but even Soji understood that he was too complex for that. Data required a body and Soong had never completed the method to transfer-- "Wait--Agnes fixed it," Soji says, largely to herself, partly to the construct. Alton Soong had lamented how his masterpiece copy of Data would forever lie dormant. Because Bruce Maddox hadn't finished the work to make transfering consciousness possible. But Dr. Jurati had finished it. They were using it on Picard right now. Which meant-- Soji shot up from the side of the desk and all but darted to the stasis pod in the center of the room. Now, looking at the unoccupied copy, she saw something other than a hollow body--she could--she could put him back, right? If it were a copy of Data, he could work in this body? She immediately pulls up the controls on the stasis chamber and snatches a data slate off Soong's desk. Data was kept in the computer, he was the cornerstone of it, she should be able to just...run Jurati's protocols and put him into the duplicate, right? The tiny thread of hope that wrapped itself around her heart was as cutting as it was fragile, but Soji was desperate and so very alone. If she thought anything could work, anything at all, she couldn't have stopped herself from trying it.

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It gets even "better" when you consider that the only reference, at all, to the original cast of "Picard" other than Raffi, in the entire season, is Shaw telling everyone to "Forget about all that weird shit on the Titan."

"That weird shit" is, of course, Dr. Agnes P. Jurati, my favourite character.

(It's not even clear what they did with La Sirena after episode 6. Probably just dumped it somewhere on Planet M'talas. I feel like that's a metaphor for something.)

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Favourite Picard Character Bracket Poll

So I’ve been meaning to make a Picard bracket for months now and it’s finally here! We’re looking for your favourite character from the series and we’ve gone across all three seasons.

(See under cut for past rounds)  

Round Five (FINAL):

1. Raffi Musiker v Seven

Round Four (Semi-Finals):

1. Raffi Musiker v Sidney La Forge

2. Seven v Laris

Round Three (Quarter-Finals):

1. Raffi Musiker v Elnor

2. Young Guinan v Sidney La Forge

3. Seven v Cristobal Rios

4. Laris v Liam Shaw

Round Two:

1. Raffi Musiker v Agnes Jurati

2. Elnor v Narissa

3. Young Guinan v T’Veen

4. Tallinn v Sidney La Forge

5. Seven v Hugh

6. Jean-Luc Picard v Cristobal Rios

7. Soji v Laris

8. Liam Shaw v Alandra La Forge

Round One:

1. Raffi Musiker v Kestra

2. Agnes Jurati v Enoch (ENH)

3. Elnor v Emil (EMH)

4. Narissa v Dr Ohk

5. Kore v Young Guinan 

6. T’Veen v Renee Picard

7. Altan Soong v Tallinn 

8. Sidney La Forge v Emmett (ETH)

9. Seven v Teresa

10. Hugh v Matthew Mura

11. Jean-Luc Picard v Kova Esmar 

12. Narek v Cristobal Rios 

13. Soji v Borgati 

14. Laris v Mr Hospitality (EHH)

15. Liam Shaw v Ian (EEH)

16. Alandra La Forge v Bjayzl 

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Doctor! Doctor!

When it comes to parts for women in sci-fi, I may be starting to pick up on a pattern here...

Kyra Zagorsky as Dr Julia Walker in Helix

Gates McFadden as Dr Beverly Crusher in Star Trek: The Next Generation

Shannon Kenny as Dr Claire Keeply in The Invisible Man (2000)

Kari Matchett as Dr Mariel Underlay in Invasion (2005)

Kim Cattrall as Dr Sheila Moran in Invasion (1997)

Deanna Russo as Dr Sarah Graiman in Knight Rider (2008)

Carla Gugino as Dr Molly Anne Caffrey in Threshold

Maria del Mar, Alexandra Wilson, Gay Thomas Wilson as, respectively, Dr Haylen Breslauer, Dr Dru Breslauer and Dr Rema Cook in Mercy Point

Fiona Gaunt as Dr Helen Smith in Moonbase 3

Lee Meriwether as Dr Ann MacGregor in The Time Tunnel

Yvonne Craig as Dr Marjorie Bolan in Mars Needs Women

Diana Muldaur as Dr Katherine Pulaski in Star Trek: The Next Generation

Susannah Harker as Dr Angela Marsh in Ultraviolet

Lynda Mason Green as Dr Suzanne McCullough in War of the Worlds (1988)

Lois Chiles as Dr Holly Goodhead in Moonraker

Jess Bush and Dr Christine Chapel in Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

Alison Pill as Dr Agnes Jurati in Star Trek: Picard

Carmen du Sautoy as Dr Gentian Foster in Astronauts

Debra Messing as Dr Sloan Parker in Prey

Helen Shaver as Dr Rachel Corrigan in Poltergeist: The Legacy

Denise Richards as Dr Christmas Jones in The World is Not Enough

Hermione Norris as Dr Stella Isen in The Outcasts

Gretchen Corbett as Dr Maggie Sheridan in Jaws of Satan

Felicity Huffman as Dr Nancy Da Silva The X-Files 'Ice'

Louise Jameson as Dr Anne Reynolds in The Omega Factor

Vivian Wu as Dr Lu Wang in Away

Christina Wolf as Dr Cat Brandice in The Ark

Yvette Mimiuex as Dr Kate McCrae in The Black Hole

Saffron Burrows as Dr Susan McCallister in Deep Blue Sue

Kirstie Alley as Dr Susan Verner in Village of the Damned

And that's only the first 30! Stay tuned for the next installment!

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My Dear Doctor - Star Trek: Picard, Borg Queen and Dr. Agnes Jurati

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One Dress a Day - bonus challenges

Anything Goes December Star Trek: Picard - Dr. Agnes Jurati (Alison Pill)

We don’t usually get to see Agnes in pretty dresses, and she looks stunning in this red. I like the shape of the neckline, and the touch of sparkle on the skirt. Later, when the dress gets a little ripped, she wears a pair of combat boots with it, which is a favourite aesthetic of mine!

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PIC Semi-Finals!

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PIC: Remembrance

Please note: This article contains spoilers for ST: Picard 1x01 (and earlier events that you should really already know about by now).

Eighteen years after Nemesis, the first episode of Star Trek: Picard opens with our titular admiral playing a game of poker with his old friend Data, who wears the DS9 style of uniform he died in. It’s hard to tell, but it looks like the vertical lines on the grey shoulder area of this remake may have been made by pleating the fabric, rather than quilting.

Yes, our favourite robot is back from the dead, but can we talk about these seams?

Picard himself doesn’t wear anything particularly noteworthy just yet, which is fine, because this was all a dream. Sadly, I can’t say the same for the next scene, in which this cool Xahean guy’s awesome vest–

–does not prevent him from being immediately murdered.

Great lining on the vest, though.

Jean-Luc, awake now, strolls through the vineyards of Château Picard looking absolutely dapper. With a cane and flat cap, he is the very image of a peaceful, pastoral retirement. Somehow, this is the cottagecore content we all needed in our Star Trek.

Number One also looking very gentlemanly.

In a move that seems surprisingly self-important, Picard also appears to be wearing a pin of his own family crest while touring the grounds… but I think he just feels naked without a little badge there. I also appreciate that he has pinned it to – in true Trek fashion – an asymmetrical sweater.

Straight lines were banned in 2360.

Speaking of great sweaters, another member of the household who wears the Picard family crest is Laris, Jean-Luc’s Romulan housekeeper. 

The fuzziness offsets the pointiness.

Our plot needs a catalyst, so a mean reporter is introduced to bully Picard into action. Her outfit is fine – nothing particularly futuristic except the weird single lapel – but she accessorizes it with digital makeup. We only get to see this concept for a few seconds, but I’m sold, I want ten, and I wish she’d gone with the indigo lip.

And here I am using crushed berries and charcoal like a chump.

Back to moving the plot forward, important character Dahj shows up to the vineyard wearing what I can only describe as an elven cloak.

Good boys know good fashion.

This gorgeous coat appears to be made of a heavy green wool with black strappy accents, a big slouchy hood, and a very pointy hemline. The sides cross over in front instead of having a traditional closure, which seems like it would leave your tummy chilly, but does allow for greater flexibility.

Always buy a coat that you can wear in snow, wind, and combat.

I’m also a huge fan of the thumbhole sleeves/built-in gloves.

Next, it’s time to visit the Starfleet Archives, which means another rib knit sweater.

If you’d spent a lifetime in polyester uniforms, you’d make the same choice.

I know it makes sense that, in any century, most people will still just wear normal, everyday clothes. But it doesn’t quite feel like the future without, like, androgynous holograms in wispy all-white outfits made of sheer fabrics and angular lines, you know?

Oh, there we go.

After some unfortunate events, our hero finds himself speaking with one Dr. Agnes Jurati, whose lab coat is business in front… box cutter mishap in the back?

Maybe she Hulks out sometimes and needs a contingency.

And then, just when you thought we couldn’t possibly introduce any more characters, a dark and brooding Romulan makes a dramatic entrance.

I’m sure the outfit is great, but these guys REALLY like shadows.

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a bit of wip-ness

“Spot! Stop annoying the captain.”

She walked over to perform rescue duty. One clinging claw brought part of Rios’s sleeve with the cat as Soji lifted it from the couch. It took a whole minute to separate the two, after which the synthetic beast slipped with a hiss from her arms and scampered from the room, forever wounded.

Rios levelled a look her way. “Thanks,” he said.

“You’d think they might have trimmed the claws or at least worked in some sort of auto-release. No harm upon organics, right?”

She meant it as a sort of joke, but Rios missed it. Or just wasn’t listening. He examined the tiny loop of thread, fraught wounds of the battle, and set to work with blunt fingernails trying to pull it back into place. Soji sat in the swivel chair and watched before her eyes strayed outside again. She wanted to tease him about it, but he’d been waiting forty-five minutes and counting for Dr Jurati to finish her meeting with Altan, and she knew patience had its limits.

The harsh light was doing its disappearing act when Agnes finally wandered into the room. “Oh!” she said, seeing Rios. “I didn’t know you were here.”

Soji hid a smile and pretended to be interested in a PADD that was sitting on the desk. This wasn’t the first time he’d showed up right at that hazy hour before sunset just as Agnes was getting ready to wander home. It was usually at this point in proceedings, with nobody actually saying hello to one another, that the conversation would turn into a silent one, long and lingering gazing at the floor and or whatever minimalist lighting arrangement Dr Soong felt suited that particular very blank wall until Soji, unable to take it any more, pushed them both out the door.

She fully expected things to happen this way again, so waited patiently in her chair, enjoying the show. And in three, two, one...

“No, ah, yes, the old man wanted...” Rios looked around, slightly desperate. Soji held out the PADD. He took it with a thankful look. “This.”

“The partial gene sequence of a green-lipped sea urchin.” Agnes read from an awkward angle as he held the thing in his hands. “Well, that’s very important.”

“It is?” Rios frowned.

“Oh, yes. I can totally see why Picard would need that with his current diplomatic duties.”

“You can?”

“Can you two possibly expand on that a bit more?” piped up Soji. “I mean, this is just scintillating.”

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(From the Soji chapter of Party!fic. Which will eventually... happen. I hope.)

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Alison Pill as Dr. Agnes Jurati

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Apparently, we are now moving fully into the realm of angst... 🙈

This chapter (of technically still the same story, though we are moving further away from the original prompt with every paragraph 😅) is veering into explicit AU territory of the "Everyone lives, no-one is turned into a Borg Queen" variety. I'm not sure how much I'll go into the details of how we got here, some of it will definitely come up during this chapter, but I haven't picked the fix-it version I like best for season 2. So for now, let's just say: "S2 happened mostly the same, except Agnes and Rios have returned safely with the rest of the motley crew."

(also: not sure how coherent this is, but it is late and I'm trying not to stay up until 2am for once. I'll do some proper editing before I post this to AO3 in the semi-near future 😋)

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“How are you today, Dr Jurati?”

Despite herself, Agnes had to smile. “Emil, how many times have I told you to call me Agnes?”

“Force of habit.” She could hear that the EMH, too, was smiling. Or… he would have been smiling, if he currently had a physical matrix.

“How are you doing?” she asked, leaning back in her chair and looking at the ceiling. As an academic with contacts in faraway sectors, it wasn’t unusual for her to have calls that were voice-only. Even with the latest advances in subspace communications technology, the latency of inter-quadrant calls was greatly reduced if you didn’t try to submit an image at the same time.

Still, this wasn’t your average voice call, and it was difficult to stop herself from picking at the corner of the loudspeaker, where a slim gap had formed between rim and grill that was vibrating ever so slightly every time the device emitted the EMH’s voice.

Emil seemed to be pondering her question. After a long moment, he said: “All my systems are operating within normal parameters. The ones I have access to, anyway.” He sighed. “It really is rather inconvenient, but I suppose this has to count as an improvement.”

Agnes ran a finger along the edge of the speaker. “Well, I’m glad to finally be talking to you again.”

“We spoke only last week,” the EMH said mildly.

Agnes rapped a knuckle against the grill. “That wasn’t the same.”

There was a brief pause before Emil said: “No, it wasn’t.” Another pause, then: “I’m glad, too. I’ve missed our chats.”

For a moment, silence hung between them as each dwelt on their own thoughts. Finally, Emil made a noise like he was clicking his tongue, even though in his current state, he had neither the tongue nor the palate to perform this action. When he spoke, he sounded a lot more composed. “Commandr Barclay is to be commended; I didn’t expect he’d make progress this quickly.”

“I was pretty amazed, too. I guess the new algorithms helped more than we’d thought.” Agnes felt a familiar tingle on her right cheek and she started fiddling with the zipper-pull on the edge of her sleeve.

Even though he didn’t have any meaningful access to the ship’s visual sensors, Emil must have noticed her sudden discomfort, because he asked: “Would you like to talk about that?”

Agnes pulled the zip up a few centimetres, then back down to her wrist. “I’m really sorry we haven’t been able to fully untangle your programmes.”

“That’s not what I —”

“It should only be a matter of time now,” Agnes continued quickly. “I had a message from professor L’Nel this morning. She’s finally managed to look at the data we sent her, and she thinks we can significantly reduce the risk of algorithmic fragmentation. We’ll probably have to work backwards to your root architecture and save all alterations and augmentations along the way, but with a large enough external processor, it should be doable.”

“Dr Jurati…”

The zipper had gotten snagged and no matter how hard Agnes pulled, she couldn’t free it again. “I was thinking we might ask Seven and Raffi if they have time for a detour to Vulcan. I still have contacts at the Science Academy and who knows. With my new-found powers of persuasion, I might just get them to lend us their supercomputer for a few hours.” She was babbling now, but she couldn’t make herself stop. “It would take some time to iron out all the kinks in interoperability-interfacing, but now that Ian can help us with insights into Sirena’s computer system, we’re a lot closer to a solution.”

“Agnes.”

The zipper finally came loose, but she had pulled on it with so much force that it slipped over the delicate stopper at the hem of her sleeve cuff and landed on the desk with a quiet clink. Agnes took a deep breath, staring at her now permanently zipped-up sleeve. So much for getting unstuck…

[exuberantocean]

Thinking about continuing this into a full fledged fic.

Picard has nanoseconds to consider the problem.  Nanoseconds to consider if it’s even a problem, and then he’s thrown back into the present day and his own correct timeline.  There’s a the Borg Queen to deal with -  no.  A friend.  Agnes.  There’s Agnes and Elnor and the Fleet that needs to stand down and the anomaly…

And during it all Picard feels him.  A light presence running through his processors.  A faint otherness - dimmed, diminished, yes.  But unmistakable there.

There are, of course, meetings.  Having the Borg, even under the leadership of Dr. Jurati, keeping watch over an unknown spatial anomaly is understandably alarming. And Picard has always held a secret love of meetings - at least efficiently run meetings.  The bane to most captains and admirals, Picard always loved the coming of minds, the push and pull of compromise, the collaborative process.

Instead, he’s impatient.  Frustrated by the prejudices of his fellow officers.  Eager to focus on something that feels grander and yet smaller at the same time.

Q is with him.

In fact, Picard might even go as far as to say that Q is him and he is Q.  Or perhaps Q is part of him.  He’s really unsure.  He needs to explore this privately, which he cannot do tied as he is in so many useless unending boring meetings.

Picard wonders, briefly, if that is the Q in him thinking.

Picard is fairly certain this is his own doing.  The first time, when Q changed the timeline, he could sense it but didn’t understand the odd uneven shifting feeling.  It was subtle, dismissible, if it weren’t for the obvious and sudden changes.

The second time Q snapped his fingers, it was there.  The subtle change, the shifting…he can only blame it on his android body.  Was this what it was like for Data, whenever Q shifted them from one place to another or from reality to one of Q’s fantasies made real?

He’ll never have the ability to ask.

But it wasn’t just that.  By the time Q snapped him back into the mockery of his own home, Picard didn’t just sense the subtle ripples of reality.  He felt something truly fascinating.  There. There with the change was Q moving with him.  He could sense him, or rather - for a lack of a better word, the shape of him against the shifting reality.  A tacet in a muted sonata.  There was Q.

It was Picards reluctance to say goodbye that was to blame.  He knows this.  Perhaps, perhaps there was something more there.  The thought scared Picard, though not as greatly as it would have only a day ago.  That was Q’s gift to Picard, an open-heart freed to allow itself to love.  It would be something else to consider, perhaps, at a later time.  If he could ever escape the meetings and concentrate his full focus on the issue.  But for now, Picard’s willing to admit that it was he who reached out to Q in what was meant to be his last moments.  His consciousness touching a being so wild and dilatant and yet dissolving into the universe.  Picard could feel though not quite read Q’s thoughts, muting into the greater existence.

Picard reached out, pulling at Q.  Perhaps it was pure instinct to catch a falling friend.  Perhaps it was a goodbye kiss, perhaps it was the simple need to not let Q die alone.

Perhaps, after all these years, Picard loved Q in a way he still struggled to articulate to himself.

Whatever the intent, the results was unexpected.  Picard is no longer alone in this body, his being mingling with the soft unconsciousness of a slumbering god, to weak to exert his will even here.