Subject: Grail: "Unexplored space" - 'Concerns'
>From: "François DeMontigny" <>
>To: jg_linas@hotmail.com
>Subject: re: Grail: unexplored space:
>Date: Fri, 10 Apr 1998 13:44:42 PDT
>
>
>"Sardate 47307.20-12:20"
>"Gymnasium"
>
>The gymnasium was quiet for this hour. Mirka notices that the young
>people she had befriended at the beginning of their voyage were absent
>from the room. She hoped they took her advice and kept themselves
busy.
>The important thing was to have them worry about anything else than the
>ship's arrival in unexplored space. She had suggested they organized a
>play they could present to other passengers. They seemed to like the
>idea. The truth was that theater was one of the best thing they could
>do because it was exhausting for both the body and the mind. She
smiled
>at a young ensign just entering the room and waving at her. In a week
>she had tried to make friends with a lot of people. She needed their
>perceptions on things so she could complete her research. However, the
>more time passed, the more she realised the futility of her work and
the
>more she felt the need to help people with their worries.
>
>That so many passengers on the ship suddently worried about the
>situation when they knew from the beginning the objectif of the Grail
>could only be blamed on one thing: The jump in space that had happen.
>Sure, the ship had saved a year in travelling but that was one less
year
>to prepare the crew to chart unknown and dangerous territories. They
>were going to get used to the situation but to do so they had to
>perceive the Grail as something else than a doomed prison. To do so,
>they had to learn to appreciate life on this ship for what it was:
>mysterious ans exciting. After all that was what space travel was all
>about. The intercom interrupted her thoughts.
>
>" To the Grail Residents:
>"Due to a viral contamination that is spreading throughout the ship, a
>'General Quarters' order is in effect now. This order will last
>indefinitly..." Mirka didn't listent to the rest of the announcement.
>She got up to return to her quarters. Disbelieve took hold of her, then
>worry, then anger. Who was the madman runnig this ship? He didn't
>explain himself about the jump in space, he didn't talk to passengers
to
>reassure them after the Romulan's attack, he never took time to tell
>them that they could make it out of this mess. And now out of nowhere
>he announced that a virus was spreading through the ship? Was that all
>he could do? Announced bad news through the intercom like a lousy
radio
>man? Didn't he realise what "indefinite General Quarters" could do to
>the passengers and the crew?
>
> Well at least all the other problems were solved, she muses. No need
>to worry about the unknown space, or the Borg's territory or coming
back
>alive in twenty years. This ship was going to implode from all the
>tention its crew was experiencing. As she got out of the turbolift to
>her quarters she took a deep breath to calm herself. Well, to the
>captain's defense it wasn't his fault if a virus was spreading through
>the ship. But still, he did seem like an unsensible jerk. But that's
>why she quit Starfleet in the first place, duty took precedence over
>everything, especialy emotions and sensitivity even though they were
>essential to ANY life essence. She sighed getting back to her(and
>everyones) main problem, a virus... she was going to begin believing
>that all those fatalists were wright. This ship was doomed.
>
>Dr Mirka Tzavaras
>Civilian Psychologist