Thursday, March 1, 2007

Warp 5 towards the cafeteria.

Lunchtime is always a good time to observe human behaviour. Hunger is generally a good motivator toward the more basic instincts, things that the Vulcans have taken centuries to supress, namely emotions. Our cafeteria system is simple. One walks in with a voucher and presents it to a gentleman collecting vouchers. One then proceeds to lift a plate off the rack and face the counter where one is then served from an assorted selection of dishes. Please note that a simple gesture is mainly used to indicate what ones' preference is.

This is the logical way. It is efficient and ensures that the inevitable 1pm crowd is served in an amicable way. When I go for lunch I become vulcan for the entire 20 minutes UNLESS I am with company. (in which case I will be the thorough human romantic if lunch is with a certain lady L...)

However, in recent days I have been forced to accelerate to warp 5 when headed toward the Cafeterian star system whenever I detect certain starships from the Advertising star system in order to reach ahead of some problematic species. Problematic in the sense that these seem to delight in holding up the line at the counter, debating with the server and possibly requesting warp coil systems that are not available on the menu. Not only that, they ignore the fact that the ensign serving the line is not privy to the reasons why certain parts and components are not there, and in the process, the rest of the species are left muttering and nervously fingering their blasters and othe particle weapons. (as they get hungrier no doubt... I believe I saw an Andorian flash his feelers at me in suspicion once) I decided that it is best to avoid these Line Holders by ensuring that my speed is higher than theirs and that I must reach my destination before them.

That is the reason why I hurry across Kimathi street at lunch time to and fro our cafeteria, with Long Range Sensors on alert and my Hull Plating polarised, since Kimathi street on a normal day is filled with hurtling meteors and rogue planets and collision with them is not advisable for a class 1 starship like myself. You can also see why I have a vacant look in my eyes sometimes and walk right past you on the street... Short range sensor malfunction.

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