From: Kenneth Field (envision_at_fidalgo.net)
Date: Mon May 07 2007 - 22:28:06 PDT
"Bad Daze"
(continues from Sarah's "Surviving Grief ...")
Location: BORG Territory
Stardate: 2.70507.2216
Scene: Research Center 216, Advanced Nanitular Design
**The BORG can't make a decent cup of coffee to save their souls,** Tomas' Alexei Vukovic thought with real rancor, frowning at the taste of whatever was steaming in the mug in his hand.
"You are not pleased with your beverage," the tech looked up from her scans, the latest in a series of full body workups he'd endured this week. Lenses clicked back from her left eye, returning it to nearly normal viewing status instead of the subatomic levels she had been observing.
"I am not pleased with my beverage. I am most definitely not pleased with my beverage," Tomas' began to work himself up. "I would call this unfit to slop hogs with, if I had ever in my life actually had that experience. And chances are this beverage would annoy even them!"
"I'll take it away," the tech offered.
"Don't bother," Tomas' glared.
He turned and heaved it against the wall of the laboratory. It shattered into tiny ceramic shards, the black liquid it had once held dripped down from the wall much more slowly than it should have.
"I see," the tech nodded. "The viscosity is unsuitable."
"Oh, for the love of gods unamed!" Tomas' bellowed, spinning about to face the hapless tech. "Your coffee sucks canal water! Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?! The coffee is insipid. The coffee is a vulgar substitute for the noble bean. The coffee isn't coffee!" his eyes glowed suddenly red.
The BORG tech stepped back away from him, the air between them suddenly shivery with a raised passage shield. He had demonstrated a certain unwillingness to encounter them in the past. It was one of her jobs to test him from time to time to determine if this remained true.
Tomas' walked into the shield without hesitation, energy arcing about him in wild light and heat that should have crisped him ... would have crisped him if he'd been what he'd once been ... a simple BORG. But there was nothing simple about him any more. His hair, grown long enough to stand out away from his head, waved in the flow of energy as if he swam in some small sea. The tech observed lightning flash between his teeth before he stepped back away from her.
"Ow," he said.
He raised his right hand, palm up, and held an electrical plasma ball suspended there, something he'd gleaned from the encounter with the passage shield.
**This can't be good,** the tech thought to herself.
Then the plasma faded and was gone. He slumped forward as if exhausted. Had the tech not stepped forward quickly, Tomas' would have slid bonelessly to his knees. She caught him in her arms.
"Did I hurt anyone?" he asked, his eyes back to normal.
"No," she replied. "Did you want to?"
He shook his head, tired beyond words. Then he smiled and said, "Your coffee still sucks canal water."
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Excerpt from the Vukovic Journal dated Stardate 2.70507.2216:
"Dear Diary. Had a really crappy day."
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NRPG: Sometimes the world passes through a cloud of astral feces. Today was that kind of day. Tomas' would understand. Sarah, a little taste of the man himself, just to show you he's still in the game.
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Kenneth Field
envision_at_fidalgo.net
aka Commander Gene McInnis
CNS/GS-2
aka Lt. JG Mowree Nurunyon
aCNS/GS-2
aka Tomas' Alexei Vukovic
Former Chief of Staff to Ambassador Xana Bonviva
currently with the BORG
aka Maury R. Tee
Professor of English (Retired)
Proprietor of "Impulse Drives,"
a little shop of horrors
GS-2, Promenade
"To gently lie and prove the lie true ... everything is finally a promise ... what
seems a lie is ramshackle need, wishing to be born." -- Ray Bradbury
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