A replication system... The Helmsman nods thoughtfully, trying to figure out the way such a system would work. It's something welcome to do. He's always been fidgety when not dragged down by depressive swings, and being an entire ship's computer has only reinforced his mind's need to be busy.

Biotechnological engineering isn't exactly his forte, but he still starts to pull psi out in flickering red-blue lines to start on a rough schematic on how he thinks such a thing might exist. It's Alternian technology and not Caelondian, so it's obviously wildly off-base. Still, he's giving it a shot.