I woke up. Again.
I do not know how much time has passed since
the original attack stunned the entire crew. When the initial effects of the phaser wore off, I tried to get up. I noticed some of the other crew stirring as well.
That seemed to trigger another attack, as the holographic attackers appeared once again and stunned the crew again. I noticed, however, that there were less attackers this time, and they were moving more slowly.
Again, I awoke. This time I did not move; but one of the other crewmen, who shrugged off the effects of the stun at the same time as I, did. Again, the holograms appeared and shot all crewmembers - including those who were still unconscious (or, like myself, feigned unconsciousness). As the moving crewmembers were targeted first, I was able to note that the holograms were indeed less numerous, less quick, and sometimes required more than one shot to hit a target - even an unmoving one.
I inferred from this that the computer's functionality was degrading; no doubt an effect of the virus (as were the attackers). Eventually, they would be unable to stun the entire crew before some could attempt counteraction.
I considered this, but did not move, during the next cycle of awakening and attack. This time I had even more time to think before they got to me. As a Vulcan, I have more resistance to such attacks than the rest of the crew; as far as I could tell, I was always one of the first to revive. I might therefore be able to evade the attackers once their performance had been sufficiently degraded.
I needed a plan, however. All of the consoles which I could see
had been rendered inoperative; there might be no way for me to take control of the ship. I did not know where we were, where we were going, nor how long it would be before all of the ship's other systems (including life support) also began to fail.
An idea had just begun to form when I was stunned again.