"Lacking a Purpose"
(Previous Post: "Optimism is Not My Strong Suit")
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Mattias's Quarters
"And on today's agenda…" Mattias said to himself as he checked his computer to see if he had any messages. Engineering reports, spam, letters from home, spam, a "Dear John" from his girlfriend, spam, and of course, a news letter from an inventors' society.
All in all, a long, long day. He hadn't slept in the last 36 hours or so, so he should, at this moment, be snuggling up to his pillow, and intensely studying the back of his eyelids. But at least he had his caffeine, in the form of a cold soda.
Mattias took a chair, sat back, and took a sip of his drink. "Well, as long as I am not doing anything…" the aCEO pulled out his LCARS and accessed his computer again. His change assessment program had finished, earlier than expected. Quantum travel was that much closer. Not that traveling space
and time was important anymore. He had just received a Dear John letter.
The aCEO honestly wished he could care more, but he had forgotten about her.
::Oh well. No use being sad over not being sad,:: he thought. The young officer walked to sickbay, and checked on his boss.
The CEO was laying on a biobed, but whether he was asleep of unconscious, Mattias could not tell. While the Ensign didn't hate his boss, he disliked him greatly for no other reason then that he got in his way. Perhaps Starfleet was a poor choice for him. Perhaps he should have been a researcher. But it was family tradition after all. And as logically corrupt as it was, Mattias’s pride kept him from breaking that particular tradition.
The Ensign strolled over to the nearest replicator, and replicated a couple thousand wooden tongue depressors. He used the primitive examination tools to build a small tower. The tower was made of three separate towers leaning into each other, but not quite touching. Small, single stick bridges connected them. Mattias sent some crewmen on a few trips back and fourth to get supplies from his workshop.
Soon, the tower had a courtyard, complete with a reflection pool, 4cm speakers, and a light show shining against the foremost tower. A small banner hung from the right tower, facing the CEO. It read "Get Well Soon". The speakers alternated between Jazz music, and recorded get wells from
the engineering staff.
The towers were covered in a plastic cover, made to look like ivory, and was topped with a top floor similar to the top of the Space Needle's Observation Deck in Seattle, Washington, but a bit bigger. Like the space needle, it slowly rotated. The tower stood a good meter or so in the air, plus the biobed underneath.
Mattias put a little plaque that read "The David Dawson Center of Engineering and Modern Science", and a note next to it that read "Merry Christmas, Chief. –Norheim."
Mattias stepped back, and admired the work of art before him. Completed
in 6 hours, the tower looked great. He just hoped that this was a big enough
white flag.
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"H&R Borg, Taxes are futile." 2006 post #223
Stardate: 61016.0845
Yanis Bratlien
Ensign Mattias Norheim
Assistant Chief Engineering Officer
-Valdore
