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Friday, March 21st, 2003
6:18 pm	I guess it has been a long time since i updated this. So here's a hi. Ill get back into my thoughts soon enough (15 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 9th, 2000
9:02 pm	"Yes, captain, sorry, captain. Anyway. I was walking toward my quarters about four hours ago, at the end of my shift when I ran into Luitenant Willis. We had been working together in engineering on the reconfiguring of the sensors for this expanse of space. Anyway, she seemed surprised that I was off duty so soon. I made a comment about being on duty for several hours. And she said that it seemed like I had hardly been in engineering at all. I thought that she was being sarcastic, because we had just spend almost my entire shift, almost six hours working on the sensors together. Both of us commented several times during those six hours at how slow the time seemed to be going. In fact I distinctly remember saying to her that my shift seemed twice as long as usual." "There?s that twice as long theme again, captain." Riker noted. "And here it is again." Guinan spoke up. "No less that a dozen times today, I poured doubles for people who hadn?t requested one. Everyone seemed to want a double, but when I poured them, everyone corrected me. You know that I don?t often make mistakes with orders. I?m glad to find out that maybe it?s all part of a higher purpose. I thought that I was just getting old. No comments from anyone, you hear." "Guinan, I assure you that had I not first met you some five hundred years ago, you wouldn?t look a day over twenty five. But time has proven, time and time again that these things, these interruptions in the flow of time as we know it affect you quite acutely." "Captain, are you still sensing that this is some form of intelligence?" "It sounds odd, counsellor when you ask me what I am sensing. I don?t mean to not answer your question, but there are some other things I need to find out. Data, because there has been some confusion regarding this matter. Did we launch the probe?" "I am sorry for my lapse of memory captain. I will run a self diagnostic as soon as time permits. I took the liberty of replaying the computer?s recordings of our conversations on the bridge and felt that it would be most prudent to launch the probe immediately. I asked ensign Tilsbnrtugph to inform me if we obtained any readings what-so-ever." "Good, thank you Data. I don?t believe that it is overly prudent for you to run diagnostics as yet. For two reasons. First I am not entirely convinced that Guinan, Barclay, the computer or my own version of events is correct. Secondly, I can rely on you to fully record the other, for lack of a better term, series of events that is transpiring. Getting back to Deanna?s question. This is something that I want to present to you, Guinan and Barclay. Do you have any sense that we are in some other beings presence or it in ours. I feel that we have stumbled into someone else?s line of sight and that we are now being watched." "Oh, I assumed that, yes." Guinan seemed entirely sure. "I always feel that someone is looking over my shoulder, but now that you mention it. Yes this seems more personal than technological to me." "Well, that opens up a question. Does the computer seem to feel that there is anyone else out there? Secondly, how do ask the computer to define the presence of an entity without using it?s sensors." The room fell quiet for a few moments. Captain Picard stood and moved to one of the windows, while Barclay fiddled with the tricorder that he was carrying, quite without a purpose. A few moments passed by and then the Captain turned to the table. "It would seem that we must wait then, as we don?t seem to going any......." Suddenly he lurched to the side. At the same moment Barclay dropped his tricorder and Guinan let out a small gasp. (13 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 26th, 2000
1:04 pm	Well, i have been seriously delinquent, have i not? I've had a cold and I've been bummed about work and life in general for the past couple of weeks. Im sure Freshie has kept you up to date on important matters (Bitching). Needless to say the creative juices have not been flowing at all lately, but i have a little to offer on the Trek. Once again I hope that you are enjoying it. If you are lost on the story and would like to read the whole thing to date, send me an email or respond with your email address and we can make arrangements to get you the whole thing to date. So nuf said....Onwards "However, I agree with the computer. Well Deanna it seems that something is indeed toying with me. However it seems that it is toying with the computer as well." Geordie moved toward the centre circle "Captain, this could explain the non existent readings. As far as the computer is concerned, everything is fine. It is reading what it detects is happening. You felt a jolt when we stopped. No one else reported feeling a jolt. One second." Geordi moved back to the console "The computer sensed a jolt, the same as you did." "Intriguing, Geordi because some moments ago you told me that the computer registered nothing when we stopped." "I did?" "Yes. So I am very much in this on my own. at least for the moment. Attention all crew. Please immediately contact the bridge if, when we stopped, you felt that you were jolted in any way, no matter how slight." For some moment there was nothing, no reply, then. "Umm, bridge. I felt something. A few minutes ago." "Guinan? Is that you?" "Yes, captain. I was just talking about it with someone. We both felt it." "Who?" "Well, it?s me captain." "Barclay?" "Well captain," Deanna said "You?re in interesting company." 5 The captain, the bartender and the nervous engineer "I?d like to thank you for joining me on such short notice. Deanna, you said that you sensed something had happened to me that I couldn?t quite put my finger on. Well, the only thing notwithstanding what has just transpired on the bridge that strikes me as odd about the recent past would be my ride to the bridge in the turbolift. I remember feeling that the trip from my quarters seemed extremely long, however I simply told myself that I was looking forward to investigating this anomoly and the trip just felt longer for the longing. With everything that has happened as of late, I checked on the duration of a trip from the turbolift outside my quarters and how long it took me to leave my quarters and get to the bridge. A nonstop trip from my quarters to the bridge should take 14.325 seconds according to schematics, however that particular trip took 28.65 seconds. Exactly double the time that it would normally take. A small note to be sure, but one that I would like to make. Guinan, Barclay, I would like you to take some time and review the previous several hours. Try to find anything that happened to you over that time that struck you as odd. Barclay, you seem to have something to say." "Yes, captain. Counsellor, do you remember when I came into Ten-Forward. I mentioned that there was something that had happened to me, but Commander Riker came over and I then I got called to Engineering?" "Yes Barclay, I am sorry I didn?t let you continue." "I understand. Things do seem to happen to me rather often." "Yes Barclay." The captain interjected what could turn into a melody of apologies as Barclay had a way of. (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 13th, 2000
12:44 am	"Did we move?" Riker asked Geordi beside him. "No, commander it seems that we?re hemmed in on all sides." "Ensign, Z-minus 10, 000 kilometres. Mark." "Aye." "Nothing, captain. It seems that we?re not going anywhere. What?s more. I am showing no stress to the hull, the shields or the drive when it is engaged. We could conveicably jump to warp twelve at this moment, and while we wouldn?t actually go anywhere, there would be no opposing force." Geordi scanned the instruments in front of him shaking his head. Structural integrity seemed, to this point to be a constant. Friction had it?s properties. "Is there a chance that we are in fact moving, however the ships sensors are not detecting the movement?" "No captain. The internal sensors also detect the microscopic variations in the shield integrity?s effect on the internal gravity of the ship. Even in the complete void that we have been traversing, energy inherent in the galaxy creates stresses to the forward deflectors. We are sensing no internal or external forces at work. We are simply not moving." "Data, are you ready with the probe." "......Yes, captain, launched as requested." "You said that you would inform me when it was ready to be launched, Data." "No, captain. I believe I said I would launch it when ready and inform you of it?s readings." "I am sorry Data, however there is something I must confirm for my own curiosity. Computer, replay the last conversation that Commander Data and I had with regard to launching a probe." "Time index 2340.2345 to 2341.1239. "Data anything from the probe?" "I have not configured it as yet, I will let you know when it is ready to launch." "Data, I am positive that you told me you have configured the probe to pick up telepathic energy, if present. Was that not you intention?" "My intention, yes. It will take several more minutes to properly configure the sensors however." "Make it so." "It is the computer?s interpretation that you?re conversation with Commander Data was completed at that time." "Data, during that conversation, I mentioned that you had said something previously that to you seemed not to have been said. Is there a problem, Data." "Captain." Geordi spoke up. "In Data?s defense, I don?t remember him saying that he would inform you either." Captain Picard look to Riker. "No, captain I don?t remember it either. I remember him saying that he would launch the probe when ready and inform you of the results." "Deanna?" "I agree with Will and Geordi." (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 3rd, 2000
9:12 pm	JUST WATCHED FIGHT CLUB....OH MY GOD...WHOA...OH MY GOD....I WILL NEVER GO TO IKEA THE SAME WAY AGAIN! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 2nd, 2000
8:33 am	I picked up a book yesterday called "Women who Joke too much". It's a great colletion of quotes arranged under varied topics, so I thought I would pass them along to everyone along with my story. So here's some for the day On Aging My mother always used to say: "The older you get, the better you get, unless you're a banana." Betty While as Rose Nylund in The Golden Girls My Grandmother's ninety. She dating. He's ninety-three. It's going great. They never argue. They can't hear eachother. Cathy Ladman The real fountain of youth is to have a dirty mind. Jerry Hall Talk to ya later (Comment on this)
8:25 am	"That is an interesting hypothesis, captain. Let me see. This could be difficult as you are now being quite open about your misgivings with this situation, and I don?t want to misinterpret any of those thoughts as misguided feelings." Deanna tilted her head ever to slightly and looked directly at the captain. This was indeed an odd task for her. Any time that she sensed someting from the captain it came as a conquest to her. This man was noted for his un-trained natural ability to guard his feelings. This was one of the things that made him such a strong captain. The few times that Deanna, and usually Deanna alone had come in contact with noticable or violent dispays of emotion from her captain, it was always a shock to her telepathic abilities. While she has often in the past recommended to her patients that they learn some of the ways of keeping emotions masked, as not only telepaths can sense emotions, but also enemies; she has seldom dealt with someone, other that Vulcans who have such a natural ability to guard their emotions as Jean Luc Picard. Willing herself to shut out the emotions of the rest of the crew and focus only on the captain, she moved her emotional sensors deeper into his mind and his heart. He has been feeling restless, that came as no surprise. He misses his brother and feels an emptiness in this life, his history. When she witnessed one of the few lapses in her captain?s emotional structure a couple of years ago at the news of the death of his brother and his nephew, she knew that this would be a well hidden scar and that he would wear it as such, with pain being it?s physical memory. He was as always, intrigued by the current situation. There didn?t seem to be anything that she felt was out of the.......No, wait. There is something. Something that she can?t quite put her finger on. There was some other feeling there. Some feeling that wasn?t at home. Some memory that he was not fully aware of. A recent memory that he couldn?t himself detect from the everyday sights and sounds of The Enterprise. Something that didn?t sit well with him. But what? "Captain, this is difficult to express. Has anything caught you as odd in the past little while, perhaps the past several hours. Anything that you thought to yourself and possibly dismissed as whimsical, foolish even. Nothing too personal. Just a speck on the wall or something. A thought that, looking back on you can?t put your finger to?" "If it is that obscure, then I will have quite a time pinpointing it indeed. But you feel that something is amis?" "I don?t know for sure, but yes. You recently had a thought, or noticed something very much from the corner of your eye that was odd. Do you remember anything like that?" "No, but I will try to. Data anything from the probe?" "I have not configured it as yet, I will let you know when it is ready to launch." "Data, I am positive that you told me you have configured the probe to pick up telepathic energy, if present. Was that not your intention?" "My intention, yes. It will take several more minutes to properly configure the sensors however." "Make it so, then . In the meantime, I would like to back off a little. Ensign, try one half impulse in reverse and see if that takes us anywhere." The ensign quickly and deftly moved her hands across the console and The Enterprise did....nothing. (Comment on this)
Friday, July 28th, 2000
6:57 pm	Sorry for the delay guys and gals...here's a little more "Sir?" Was pretty well all that could be said at that moment, and it was said by Riker, Troi, Data and Geordie in precise unison. Data picked up the ball, . "Are you saying that you feel we have come across something sentient. That you are receiving some type of telepathic contact?" "Nothing so grand, Data. I just have a feeling that this is not entirely empty space. You are detecting no energy, and we can clearly see no solid objects. Something, or perhaps the complete nothing that we are faced with, gives me the impression that we have fallen into someone?s or something?s attention span." "Q?" "No, too blase for Q. This seems to be something that doesn?t know us as yet." "We have encountered several previously unidentified energy readings before, some that have had a nuetralizing effect on our drives." "Yes, yes I know and I?m not disputing that could be the case here, however I just want us to keep an open mind to other alternatives for now. Deanna, please keep a keen sense to the presence of something or someone new. Have we tried sending a probe toward this barrier? "No, captain. I was focusing on the data the external sensors recorded when the ship came to a halt. The thing that most intrigues me at the moment was that the shields registered no contact with any energy field, the inertial dampeners registered the same with regards to the hull, and the drive responded normally to internal testing." "Geordie, anything to add to that." "No captain. Just as Data said. We stopped. Nothing is registering as to why we stopped. We just stopped. The only other thing that seems odd to me, is that we stopped too quickly and that nobody fell down. There are no reports of injuries. We stopped pretty suddenly from warp factor two, and no one even spilled a drink." "I felt a jolt, didn?t anybody else?" A chorus of unanimous ?no?s spread around the room. Picard turned toward Deanna. "It seems, then that someone out there wants my attention." "Captain, I have a probe ready for launch. With the aid of the bio jellpackes, we should be able to record a certain degree of telepathic ability." "Yes, Data that is an interesting possibility. Launch a probe and keep me apraised of any information that seems out of the ordinary. Which in this case would be information at all would it not? Deanna, you said that you could not sense anything from outside the ship. What about me?" "Pardon, captain?" "There have been times, I?m sure we all agree when you have surfaced some emotion that was hidden even to ourselves. Times when indeed, we could quite conceivable have gone unawares for some time with a troubled thought with only you?re intervention being to key to our self-realization. I was wondering if maybe I am feeling something that I am not aware of. Something that might explain my sense that we are in someone else?s company." (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 27th, 2000
8:04 am	Hi, Holy Cow it's been a long time since i wrote anything. Haven't had much to say and i've got to prepare some more of my story, so ill try to get something to ya soon, in the mean time, have a great Thursday. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 19th, 2000
12:44 am	oh yeah, eveyone in pittsburgh and boston, tell your local teller at mellon bank that the newest full time securities courier in toronto is real cute........glad you made it adrian (freshie), welcome to hell (1 Comment |Comment on this)
12:41 am	"If love is just an ocean and you a tiny isle i'd drown in my emotions to see again your smile" Jim E (the geek), 1981 (Comment on this)
12:39 am	feel free to sic ray charles with stevie wonder (Comment on this)
12:38 am	deductive reasoning..... if love is blind and god is love and ray charles is blind is ray charles God???? (Comment on this)
12:33 am	"razors pain you rivers are damp acids stain you and drugs cause cramp guns are unlawful nooses give pills taste awfull you might as well live" . dorothy parker. (Comment on this)
12:31 am	"if you can keep your head, while all about you others are losing theirs...it's just possible you don't comprehend the situation". from Jean Kerr's "Please Don't eat the Daisies" (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 18th, 2000
8:26 am	Chapter 4 Sensors, Online "Commander, I?m on my way." What would it be this time. Last time it turned out to be nothing, a sensor ghost. Seldom though has a ghost knocked about a sovereign class starship. Could it be the wormhole that Data found earlier, if that was a wormhole? Could it be contact with another life form? More likely the former, however the past had proven that many life forms take the shape of sensor ghosts, gases, anomolies. Indeed flesh was only one of the many varieties of substance that intelligence seemed to harbour in and in some cases little intelligence harboured there at all. There were times like these when the ship was almost too large. The simple travel from his quarters to the bridge seemed excessively long. While the turbolift was without question a fast means of internal travel, there were times when the fifteen or twenty seconds between locations was an eternity to a captain. "Captain, I?m glad you?re here we seem to have encountered something." Riker stood to hand over command to the captain, however picard immediately proceeded to the science station where Data was hard at work. "Counsellor Troi, to the bridge please." Picard said to the air as he leaned over Data?s console. "Data, was that our dissapearing wormhole, or something different this time?" "While the sensors can not determine the exact nature of the anomolly, it would seem to be acting less like a wormhole than I had originally surmised. The properties of a wormhole, as you know are to draw all matter and energy into them at ever inceasing speeds and pressures, however the phenomenon that we seem to have encountered is acting quite differently as it is not allowing us to progress any further on our current heading." "Ensign?" Picard said shifting his attention down centre to the navigator. "Are we at full stop?" "Aye captain, all drives are offline." "And we can proceed no further either at impulse or in warp?" "Yes, captain." "Well then, Mr. Data what have we come up against?" "Nothing, captain. At least nothing that the sensors can detect." Data seemed to have finished, and then "At this time." "Why at this time, commander. Do you suspect that we will find something?" Picard started to walk away and then added. "or just a particularily hard variety of empty space." His attention was taken by the opening of the turbolift and Deanna?s entrance to the brigde. "Ahh, counsellor, I?m glad you?re here. We have a bit of a conundrum at the moment. It seems that we can proceed no further on our current heading, and Mr. Data can find no object or energy that is blocking our path. I was thinking then, that we may have come in contact with something outside our experience, possibly sentient and felt that your abilities might be of use as a balast to computer science." "Well, I don?t seem to be sensing anything in the way of intelligence from outside the ship." "I know, counsellor that this is going to sound odd, but indulge me." Picard took a moment to look around the bridge and let everyone know that that comment was a general one. "I.......am." (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, July 15th, 2000
11:39 am	Good morning guys and gals. takin a break from the story for a bit. So ya probably know that Adrian bought me the Need For Speed game and wheel and stuff and i am already addicted. i was up real late last night and intend to be up real late tonight playin with the thing. We're listening to Bill Cosby stand up routines from a long time ago. I forgot how much I like his old stand up. I miss the younger, pre "Cosby Show", Cosby. Anyway Just wanted to say hi, hope everyone has a great weekend and I'll talk to ya later. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 11th, 2000
7:05 pm	With that all of the other cars obediently pulled to their respective pit areas leaving the entire track open for the not-so-great Indy legend Picard. Having had some experience in his past with automobiles, Jean Luc pulled rather effortlessly, though not entirely smoothly onto the track and began to increase speed. He rounded the first turn with little diffulty and even less speed, but had managed to bring the porshe to just over 120 kilometres per hour by the end to the first trial lap. Getting himself more atturned to the automobile his second lap was a quicker one indeed, and after one more for confidence, as he still required some of that, he informed the computer that he was ready to begin, and once again the cars pulled out of thier waiting pits and joined him at the starting line. Seemingly quite far in the distance the flag was waved. First for attention, and then dropped for the beginning. With a roar that was somewhat unexpected, forgetting momentarily that combustion was a noisy process, the cars in front of him and the car behind him sped away from the start leaving him, to his dismay, last. Well, you have to start somewhere, and last is usually the first option in the chain of command. He floored the excelerator rather ambitiously and felt artifical gravity give him it?s all, as his head slammed back againt the support and he fought to bring himself forward. Within moments he had gained ground on the car that had passed him, and with not a small amount of satisfaction overtook that car and proceeded to the next. By the end of lap three he was in tenth place. (due partially to the accident that left one car in the grass. Well he should learn how to drive then shouldn?t he?) In the next turn with a speed of 210 kilometers per hour (This isn?t quite realisitic, is it?), he had gained on the next car in the process of elimination, With sweat forming across his brow, he carefully tried to pull just a little lower into the turn in order to possibly move past on the inside. Guessing his stratagy, the driver of the car in question, pulled down into the turn thus cutting him off and making him quickly and efficiently avoid the grass himself. Once he regained him composure, something he seldom lost, he pulled again up to the tail of his competor. With a movement into the turn again he fooled the driver into thinking that he was going to attempt the same endevour. As soon as the driver started to move in to intercect his path he quickly pulled the car up to the outside of the turn and moved at least the front end of the car into a position beside. With a more liberal application of the pedal he was able to get alongside for the straight away. Now we are going to approach the next turn on the outside of the track, meaning that Jen Luc will have to traverse a slight, though in this case noticeable amount more area in order to keep his shaky footing in the race. Whether by accident or by design, though he could not see any change in their spacing, the other car jolted him slightly. Now that?s not a fair game tactic. The captain was pretty sure that in any race, indeed in any form of automobile travel, contact was to be avoided, therefore he let for the time being, his position lapse and fell back behind his competitor. Into lap eight, however with his confidence back in check, he once again moved to pass and gain a not unworthy position of ninth place for possibly the duration of the race. With a little more applied pressure and a run to the inside once again, he pulled alongside the other car in the turn so that he could see the driver in this door window. With a slight nod of the head, not that you would notice with the amount of bumping around the car did at this speed, he pulled out in front on the straightaway. Content to finish out the race in this rank he set to the task of keeping the car behind him, just that. Behind. Again, though with what seemed like more deliberate force he has bumped, he assumed from behind, but a quick glance in his rear view mirror confirmed that he had gained some ground and indeed the car was now completely visable in the rear. How then could it have bumped him, and with the force that it did? "Commander Riker, here. Captain to the bridge." Question answered. Questions forthcoming. (Comment on this)
Monday, July 10th, 2000
8:25 am	(Once again, i have been lazy, but here is some more..) Something new, something different. Let?s see if one of the crew has left any holodeck programs in the public library. Sometimes the crew could be quite inventive. Deanna?s arobics (she really should just watch her diet, these are entirely too overtaxing), Worf?s Klingon Rights of Ascendance (Now we?re talking taxing). Commander Wilson?s Skiing in the Alpines (Too cold). Will Riker?s Indy 500 (Ahh, somthing with wheels, he?s developed a small passion for the road.). "Computer, initiate Riker-Indy 500, please have suitable attire waiting as well." "Commander Riker has noted that his attire is kept in his quarters, would you like me to contact him." "No, thank you. I will go shopping for my own once I am inside." With that, the computer acknowledged with the light toned beep that was it?s trademark affirmative and the holodeck doors, unlike those of the turbolift unlocked with a noticable Clunk-Swoosh. Inside was every bit as loud and exciting as Riker would have it. Aerodynamic automobiles (sorry, racecars) of every color and shape speeding around the seemingly endless expance of the holodeck. The sound of tires on asphalt, something entirely out of the ordinary in this century, re-created in deafening detail for the enjoyment of the audience at the far end of the track. The temperature, a moderate 27 degrees celcius (some comfort afforded, even for Riker) and the sun blaring down. Well at least there?s a sun somewhere in this sector. Jean Luc selected a suitable racing uniform and helmet and greeted a energetic racing crew beside his blue and red porshe. Interesting, one of the younger crew members was a freshfaced ensign named Crusher. "Nice touch, Will". As he climbed through the window of the race car, the computer prompted. "Status of difficulty." "Let?s start with amatuer. The last thing Beverly needs is to hear that I?ve crashed head first into a pile of tires and will require the mending of broken neck." "Status of difficulty, amateur. The race will begin in two minutes, please move to the starting area, your placing is line twelve of thirteen. There will be ten laps of an oval track, degree of turn slope is 12.4 percent." "Computer, would it be possible to have a run of the track on my own, prior to competing with qualified racers?" "Level of difficulty decreased to sub-amatuer." (Comment on this)
Friday, July 7th, 2000
10:59 pm	Okay, i guess i gotta be the one to say it. (Deep Breath)....I can't stand the idea of "Survivor" and "Big Brother". Freshie seems to be pulling together a certian like for BB, but i just keep finding myself a disbeliever. The whole "Who can be the nicest person so they can win the prize". The whole "We don't like you, so you don't get to win" thing is very indicative of our culture....a culture that could use some refining at best. Call me a pessimist, but I don't believe the things I see on these shows. I only barely believe Millionaire. And I have to tell you; if this is entertainment for entertainment's sake, then it isn't very good at that either. (Breath Out). Oh yeah, this is not a statement for or against the people who like these shows, it's just the way I feel. There we go, had my say....some more Trek tomorrow. Talk to you later. (Comment on this)