Posted Feb. 12, 2023, 6:17 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Cara Meow (Ship's Anthropologist and Sociologist) (David Fergusson)
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After everyone had left Joe was blessedly alone with nothing but himself and some quiet for the first time in what seemed like days. He searched through his small bag of jellybeans and smiled as he found a black one. He lay his head back and listened to the noses on the bridge. A cacophony of beeps and sliding tones going up and down the scale. It was as if the machines were singing some odd song for the humans. No, more like a lullaby he thought.
There was no doubt in the minds of the machines that they were working and working well. Rather it was their humans that needed the comfort of lights and constant noises. For without the constant comfort of the machine lullaby the fragile people might for a moment might understand how fragile they were and become nervous. Joe chuckled at himself. What had become of him had be become a philosopher after all these years? What he did know was that he wished the captain well going into a toxic environment to meet with what seemed to Joe like equally toxic people.
As the doors swished open Cross stepped on the bridge making her way to Joe ‘’ Cmdr they are down there ‘’ from her tone it was obvious the female doctor was not so enthusiastic about the prospect and outlook of this mission ‘’ Anyway house call....how are you feeling Sir ?’‘ she asked with the medical tricoder in hand.
Joe was pleasantly surprised at Cross’s sudden appearance on the bridge. Joe turned hearing Cross’s voice and then saw her face. Answering her as he smiled at her stern expression he said to her, “I’m fine and dandy. Ready to go dancing until the dawn comes around Miri ! And how about yourself? ” He looked at her medical equipment and smiled as he shook his head saying, “something tells me that was not a serious question. You’re going to check me over, anyway, aren’t you?”
Cara Meow entered the Bridge a short while later, her tail still bandaged up. She felt as if she was interrupting something between Joe and Miriam, but when she looked over at NE Marconi he gave her a blank look back. “I just want to check somehing,” she announced,” walking across to the Science console, “Never know, ii might be important.” She put her eye up to the Scope and adjusted the dial on the side. “Ah! Yes!” she said to no one. “That’s interesting!”
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