Journal Entry 025/0412 I'd gone back to space.Journal Entry 025/0412 I'd gone back to space. No, I did not intend to find a new place and create another Pendor, one is quite enough in this universe, thank you. But I was in search of something to do, for once, and space, especially the "exploring the new Frontier" type, called me once more. Life on board The Eldarfaroth is both very much like and very much unlike a 'Star Trek' episode I was learning. If you don't remember that old video, that's okay. Suffice it to say it had a lot of influence on the way I look at space travel. Yeah, there is a bridge, and lounges, and cargo holds, and holodecks, and transporter rooms, and yes, there are androids on board, and non-humans. But, the crew is a racial cross-section, Felinzi and Mephits and Jentecks and a Dolphin or two, a crew of over a thousand. There is more than one lounge, though, even one strictly for gays. And I like Captain MacNaughton, even if his booming voice is an awful affectation, and the Eldarfaroth isn't a bad ship. But starships have little use for transporter engineers like me who have nothing to do when were under Corrane drive, so on the side I teach physics to a bunch of the staff kids. Ever had a kid in class who already knew all this stuff? And was waiting to get to the good parts, but who wouldn't rap about her thoughts? Kathy's like that. Human, sixteen, blonde hair and blue eyes, but, for some reason she wasn't terribly interesting. Must have been her folks, they're real scientists. In any event, she was a spoiled child in my classroom, rolling off theories that would have made a Corrane engineer blanche. |