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Neelix groaned deeply rubbing his throbbing head. He'd spent the last three hours trapped in the holodeck which in it's self wasn't such a trial. But He was stuck in a voyager training programme. He'd thought the real Paris could be annoying. He had nothing on the Hologram version.
Still he was free now.
Sat in the Mess hall nibbling on a bowl of seeds he was absently making notes on potential holonovels.