Whats' the Grey Matter?

[Ki'rok 0]

The flame leaped to and fro...keeping rhythm to some cosmic dance. Ki'rok had permission to light candles in his quarters for his meditation. There had been a rather unfortuitous event at the academy with the automated fire suppression systems so he did not duplicate THAT mistake.

 

As he kneeled, staring at the little flame, recent events popped in and out of his mind...the irrational Arbazan...his new friend, Lt. Lee...the AENG with the bruises that DID resemble nerve pressure marks...the pleasant young medic...his mother...He jerked involuntarily. Why? Why was his mother consuming his thoughts again? Why had the nightmares returned? He could not meditate like this. Everytime he tried, there she was...waiting for him in the corridors of his memory. But these were memories he did not want...

 

He was six years old...aboard the K'san...the same ship he had been born on. There were very few children on board...so he spent what time he could with his mother. His father was always busy with some treaty or accord...or arbitration..and when he was not..he was in meditation. It had puzzled Ki'rok later in life how he had even been conceived..given the amount of time he saw his parents together. Nevertheless, he was here...

 

His mind raced. He was unable to concentrate. Whatever was bothering him was getting worse. Not only that, he believed it was starting to effect his health. He had not truly meditated in over two weeks. Perhaps he did need to speak with the doctor...before things got any worse.

Edited July 5, 2004 by Ki'rok