From: Live Long and Prosper 
Date: Mon, 21 Apr 1997 01:11:59 -0500 (EST)
Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE: Science Department Adventures... NOT!

SD 90421.0537
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CSciO's Office
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MD 5.1600
	Anne sat at her desk counting quietly to herself.  She was 
nearing the sixty-five mark when she was startled by a chime at her door.
	"Yes?  What is it?" she called, trying to sound less annoyed than 
she actually felt.
	"Hi, Anne..." it was Karen Decker.  "I wanted to talk to you."
	"About what?" asked Anne cautiously.  Of her three executive 
officers, Karen was definitely the least friendly (she didn't consider 
Suvok in the equation; he was Vulcan, and Vulcans were notoriously 
unfriendly).  "Please have a seat if you wish."
	Karen sat down, puffing up her blue hair with one hand as she did 
so.  Anne quickly hid a frown; she was Most Unimpressed, to put it 
nicely, with Karen's sense of style.
	"Well?" asked Anne, pointedly glancing at her PADD, which lay in 
front of her.  She picked it up meaningfully.  "What is it?"
	"Uh... actually, I needed to get something from you," said Karen 
quickly.  "Lieutenant Serak gave you a report today that he needs to take 
baack... I mean, get back."
	"What, this one?" asked Anne, tapping the PADD in her hand.
	"Maybe," said Karen.  She reached for it.  "Let me see."
	"It's the only one I got from Serak today," said Anne calmly, 
keeping it well out of the Resource Manager's reach.  "It's probably the 
right one.  I'll return it to him after I'm done with it."
	"He needs it *now*, Anne."
	"Yes, and I'm the USS QUASAR's new shipboard computer... I 
*don't* think so, Karen.  I'm not done with it yet."
	"What are you doing with it?" asked Karen rather nervously.
	"Counting the occurrence of the word 'sir,' what else do you 
think?" demanded Anne.  "He asserts that there were ninety sepaarate 
utterances of that word in this meeting.  A meeting, by the way, that 
couldn't have happened." She narrowed her eyes at the woman sitting 
across the desk from her.  "I was not invited," she explained, rather 
pointedly.  "So..."
	"Did you *read* the transcript?" screeched Karen rather excitedly.
	"Oh, hush," said Anne, rather disgusted by the display.  "Of 
course I read it.  I had to count the stupid word to make sure he meant 
what he said, now, didn't I?  It's my own fault for letting him run the 
ETHOS program in the first place..."
	Karen was mumbling something rather unprintable into her 
uniform.  Anne glanced at her warily.
	"I wouldn't use that kind of language in this office if I were 
you, Lieutenant," commented the CSciO calmly.
	"Understood, sir.  My apologies, sir," said Karen.  "The... the 
report, sir?"
	"Oh, all right." Anne grouchily handed over the offending PADD.  
"He'd better have done it right, though.  I'm not having my department 
meetings taped for nothing, you know." She began to make some notations 
on a second PADD.  "Dismissed, Lieutenant.  I have nothing else to say to 
you at this time."
	"Yes, sir," said Karen rather sarcastically, then left with the 
PADD.  She only hoped that the CSciO hadn't read *too* much of the 
transcript; it had contained everything said at the closed-door 
conference of the previous day.
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MD 5.1630
	Anne called Suvok with no problems; the Vulcan had been busy all 
morning and early afternoon, but now he was free and willing to come to 
Anne's office.
	"Mr. Suvok," said Anne, sitting upright in her chair and 
emanating perfect calm and control.  After all, this was the part she 
enjoyed most in a mission: setting the goals and dividing labor.  "I need 
you to coordinate three mission-specific research teams.  One, I'd like a 
sociological studies team with emphasis on scientific development and its 
relation to the society of the Delta Corellis system.
	"Two, I'd like a geological survey team studying simulations of 
planetoid formations in that that system; I want them to note especially 
the kinds of atmosphere they might have, the kinds of ores they might 
find.  No biggie; just make sure they do it, and also make sure that they 
know how to study the minerals and such once we get them within scanner 
range and such.
	"Three, I need all the information you can get on the Delta 
Corellis system.  Not exactly scientific, perhaps, but it ought to keep 
the MLD happy for a bit... they can send me references or something.  I 
want to see *everything* about the system, including any and all trade or 
political agreements.  Understood?"
	"Yes, sir," sighed Suvok.
	"Good.  Dismissed!"
	"Yes, sir," said Suvok, not daring to sigh again.  He merely 
stood up, nodded briefly, and walked out of the office.  He hoped that, 
whatever happened to his CSciO next, it wouldn't be eyestrain.
Respectfully submitted,
Masako Goto
Lt. Anne Murray, Ph.D.
CSciO
USS CHESAPEAKE NCC-31813
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Okay, so possibly not my best post... but it got Anne going, didn't it?  
*Didn't it*?  
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Thought for the day: Do the needs of the many always outweigh the needs 
                     of the one?
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