Captain’s Log 001
I may be dancing on my own,
I clasped her hand.
but I'm dancing and smiling,
“Dance with me,” I pleaded?
and dreaming still.
She nodded and smiled.
...I'll cross that sea. I'll climb that hill.
“Then let’s dance,” I whispered and pulled her closer.
Waiting for shooting stars to light the darkest night,
Our feet were bare and we slid along the floor easily.
Making a wish to end the hardest fight,
It was almost like skating, but more so floating.
Waiting for shooting stars, a miracle, a sign.
The scene from Inside Out where Joy is skating came to mind.
The shooting star is mine.
Just then, a fraction of the wall to my left began to slid open, revealing that is was really a door.
I sail the seas of regret, but I'm-
“Mute the music!” I shouted to Octa.
The song Shooting Stars by Tribune stopped playing. O.C.T.A. or Octa stood for Onboard Computing and Transitioning Arrangement. She was just a computer, but both me and First Officer Nathuli had grown fond of her. Who wouldn’t be fond of a computer that did anything you wanted? We wanted to name the computer D.A.D.D.Y. but we couldn’t come up with an acronym for that.
The First Officer, Nathuli, and I stopped dancing. "I" being Captain Twila Lavender of the starship Jaindrop (named after my highschool crush of course. Jaindrop was her nickname.)
The Jaindrop, my second pride and joy next to Nathuli, is a starship carrier designed by me, payed for by um "willing" donations. This carrier took 3 years to build and had to be built in space because it's too large and heavy to exit most atmospheres. It could carry about 10 space craft at a time and was the size of, well a very large space whale. We all know how big those get.
We were now standing in the middle of the holodeck which was set to emulate the Crystal Ballroom inside the Blackstone Renaissance Hotel located in Chicago, Illinois, United States, North-West Semihemispehere, Earth, Candy Bar Galaxy, early 21st century. At least that's what the computer said. Obviously, Earth is just a myth, an urban legend of the origins of the human race. It's wonder who comes up with all these make believe places and scenes for an imaginary planet.
Standing in the now-open doorway of the holodeck was a girl, about fourteen. Her name is Lily and she's an officer cadet. The only one onboard. I was paid a large sum to train her on how to run a ship, but to be honest, her company was the only pay I needed. Lily's personality was sparkly and bubbly. She always kept her jet black hair in a long pony tail.
I dreaded the coming day when her parents would send a message via ansible that it's time for her to come home or move on to her next tutor.
Skip the next 4 paragraphs if you don't care how an ansible works. It's like a telephone or WiFi.
For anyone who sees this log and lives on a planet with poor education, an ansible is a communication device similar to a walkie-talkie. Only, a walkie-talkie doesn't send messages thousands of stars systems away and doesn't cost $411 billion like an ansible does. Ansibles were named after similar devices mentioned in a book supposedly written in the fabled Candy Bar galaxy.
Real life ansibles use a various count of twin protons, or rather one photon from a set of twin or quadrupledruplequadoctaduplet (or whatever) photons. How many photons an ansible contains and how many identical "siblings" each photon has is dependent on the ansible's use.
For example, an ansible used to communicate in morse code between only two ships would only require one photon for each ansible and they'd be the only two, so twins. Each set of photons can only be set to 1 or 0 much like ancient computers.
If you wanted a proper connect to the Intergalactic Internet, I.I. for short, you willd need a 1-M 97-T+ ansible. That would mean an ansible containing 1 million and one protons with almost 100 trillion (and growing) identical "siblings." That is where the $411 billion price tag comes from.
Lily looked around, seeming unsure of herself as always, before walking into the holodeck.
“It’s my turn, I think.” She said tentatively.
I for one thought her shy and qualm demeanor was cute. As a mentor it was probably my job to make her act more leader-like and confident, but I’m not a very responsible person.
“Is your assignment complete?” I quizzed. I had assigned Lily to bring flowers from the green room and put them in a vase atop my command console. I really like flowers but walking all the way to the green room would have cut into my holodeck time.
“Uh-huh. I got some blue poligala for Officer Nathuli as well,” she proclaimed, holding out a handful of flowers.
“Oh, I see,” I started. “You’re trying to hit on my girlfriend,” I faked a look of pique and snatched the flowers from her hand.
“Wha- n-no!” she stuttered.
Nathuli walked up to us. “Oh hey Nathuli, look what I got you,” I said, handing her the flowers I took from Lily.
Nathuli took the flowers and smelled them before looking back at me. “Thanks for the flowers, Lily.” She enunciated Lily’s name.
Lily shooed us out the door which closed behind us. Who knows what that girl did in there? I figured she probably plays dress up games. In the holodeck one can easily “wear” whatever they or the computer can think up. I made a mental note to purchase more clothes at our next stop at a civilized planet.
End of Captain’s Log 001
