Making Friends and Fixing Trends

Rpg:
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Who: Amber, Mayer.
Where: Medibay.
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Mayer raised his head up from the huge document he currently held
and looked at Amber.
"Hello, my name is Sean Mayer, mostly Sean to people, however I do
respond to crazy concoctions of words beginning with m, such as S.
Moogly Mugger," Mayer replied.
Amber looked confused.
"Nevermind," Mayer said hurriedly.
"What are you doing?" Amber asked, prodding one of the piles of
letters.
"Well, to tell you the truth," began Mayer, frowning at the large
stacks of paper. "I'm not entirely sure."
Amber laughed.
"Ok, let me rephrase the question, what did you think you were
doing?"
"Ah, now that I can answer," repleid Mayer. "I'm going through
these for any references to Trisees split personality problem. He
may have some clues in his files which would allow me to sort out
this mess once and for all."
"So are you some kind of doctor or scientist?" Amber asked,
intrigued.
"Well, not really."
"What are you then?"
"I'm an author," replied Mayer, grinning sheepishly.
"You write books?"
"That's about the size of it."
Amber was silent for a second.
"So, how do you expect to pull this off?"
"Luck?" Mayer laughed.
"You know, you're quite odd," said Amber.
Mayer nodded. "Occasionally," he agreed, smiling. "So do you
want to help me?"
Amber looked about the medibay.
"Why not? I've not got much else to do here," she said. "What do
I do?"
"Okay, these are the files, all you do is read them and anyone
which has a reference to the whole personality mess, you put on this
pile," he indicated to a small stack to his left. "Anything which
does not, you put on this pile," he gestured to his right. "And
anything you're not sure of goes here," he pointed to a medium sized
pile in front of him.
"Understood," said Amber, picking up the top wallet on the unread
pile.
Mayer turned the page on the document he held and frowned. This
could take a while, he thought to himself. He was roused from his
musing as one of the documents fell into his lap and the previously
sitting form of Amber had run after the girl and guy who were having
marital troubles.
"You know," said Mayer to himself, "This reminds me of that rather
cheery Dick Van Dyke film, Never a Dull Moment."
Mayer looked back down at the file in front of him and tried to
work out how he thoguht he could fix a problem that not even one of
the most brilliant mental technology specialists could.
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