From: mgoto@indiana.edu (Masako Goto) Date: Fri, 7 Mar 1997 20:38:03 -0500 (EST) Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE: Insomnia is a Cool Thing...
90308.0127 ----------------- Murray'a quarters ----------------- MD 1.2345 Anne woke up rather suddenly, her eyes snapping open. She managed to find the timepiece next to her bed without knocking over any of the ten objects that cluttered her night table. 2345. How amusing, she thought. She hadn't slept for much over an hour, and she was up already. It must be the excitement of starting duty on a new ship. She never seemed to be in need of sleep when she actually had time for it. Still, she was up; and Anne was not one to let by an opportunity when it knocked at her door. She quickly took a shower and got dressed, still feeling as chipper as ever. Now, what could she *do* until 0800? She couldn't report to any of the other officers; they should be asleep by now. She shrugged. Messages were always waiting; and, now that she thought of it, there was PADD work to be done. --------- MD 2.0200 Finally, Anne stored the last of the personnel files. She had gone over them meticulously but quickly, sizing up each individual in her department, weighing strengths and weaknesses, getting a feel for them. She paid attention especially to their working hours, entering them into a chart on the terminal screen. After she was done with the files, she gazed at the large chart. She thought deeply for a couple of minutes, then checked over the messages from Fielding. Yes, the second department meeting had taken place, as she had ordered, at 1700. She fairly skipped out the door of her quarters. She was feeling extremely happy for the first time in hours. -------------------------- Physical Sciences Division -------------------------- MD 2.0205 Anne was still in a good humor when she walked into the laboratory. She had remembered, just in time, that both the MLD and the CISD would have their chairmen on call, which usually meant that they would be occupying their respective main laboratories; and, for this errand, she needed privacy. She hoped that no one had seen her walk in here. It would, of course, be a lot harder to do it from the Physical Sciences Division computer console; but she was used to making do with second-best situations. The program would execute correctly; and so long as it did all right, she wouldn't have any complaints. "Computer," she said softly, looking over her shoulder from time to time, "access Math and Logic Auxiliary System Beta.""Identify Murray, Anne Sanders, number H-1997-AMD-0401." "Computer, execute Program Murray-Delta-Sci-2." "Science 1, science 2, science 3, science 4, 1000." The computer beeped a couple of times in a polite sort of way, then the screen flickered back to its usual bland appearance. Anne nodded, satisfied. She had done what she needed to do. ----------------------- Math and Logic Division ----------------------- MD 2.0959 Anne had known better than to suggest that Serak needn't report in the mornings if he didn't feel like it; she knew that Vulcans were prone to overworking, overachieving, and in general making others in their department look like lazy bums. Now, the young Vulcan sat at his console, looking for all the world as though he'd had a nice long night's sleep. Anne suspected that the Vulcan had spent a major chunk of the late-night/early-morning hours looking over personnel files, but she wasn't about to intrude on his privacy. Instead, she watched him out of the corner of her eye. It was almost time... Suddenly, Serak whirled around. "Sir," he said, his expression and voice as calm and collected as ever, "there appears to be mechanical malfunctions in the Biological Sciences Division." "Which lab?" Serak told her, adding that he couldn't determine the cause of malfunction and, indeed, what exactly was malfunctioning. "Well, let's not waste any time, Mr. Serak," said Anne briskly. She took off for the Bio division with admirable speed, especially considering the fact that she knew what was happening. The computer in the PSD had gone on strike. Respectfully submitted, Masako Goto Lt. Anne Murray, Ph.D. CSciO/USS CHESAPEAKE NCC-31813 *NRPG* I know, I know, it doesn't *do* anything, but Anne's always cooking up something or other... Just so nobody gets scared, this is a test of the Science Department Emergency Procedure. No big damage... or, most probably, no little ones, either. But it should keep the Science kids happy... and, who knows, maybe some of the more... *innocent* cadets will call on Security or Sickbay... (Chris? Lynnaea? Any ideas?)
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