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Everything is Fine

Posted on 27 Feb 2014 @ 3:21pm by Lieutenant Teth Miir

381 words; about a 2 minute read

ON:

This is Teth Miir's personal log #3. The Galileo will be departing within the next few days and I am trying to enjoy the last of my time on Earth. I suppose it sounds very ominous when I phrase it like that. But I don't know when I will get a chance to return. If ever. Who really knows what this mission will bring. I know counselors generally don't get killed in the line of duty, but I have a sensation of impending doom. It's as if there is some kind of strange dark energy enveloping the entire ship. I think we might be about to cross the river Styx.

Commander Koran keeps contacting me and I am uncertain how to make him stop. In reality, I know that it shouldn't even be possible. But he has a way of creeping into my dreams and manifesting himself in code in patient reports. They're usually threats mixed with the occasional romantic overture. This has been happening for years and is always a source of great distress for me. But it's probably just better to keep it to myself and hope it goes away on it's own. I doubt Dr. Carlisle or anyone else would be very understanding.

I am taking M'Ressa to meet my mother and father tonight. R'lara and Olsam will be there as well and I am am trying to prepare myself for a lot of embarrassment and awkward conversation. I should have told her that my family is dead and that Olsam is just a crazed stalker. But strong relationships generally are not built on a foundation of lies and mistruths. And I really like M'Ressa, so honestly is probably the way to go. Even if it leads to many many uncomfortable moments in the future.

On a side note, I finally finished the replicator schematics for the wall mounted hydroponic planters I plan to put on my side of our quarters. Life on a starship always seems a little less desolate and suffocating when you have green leafy things around. Who knows what bizarre living habits Olsam has or what he will do with his space. I both dread and anxiously await finding out.

Wish me luck for tonight, computer. I will undoubtedly need it.

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