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Zack Yuuko-Chen

"Shattered Thoughts"

"Shattered Thoughts"

SD 50602.20

Overture In D Minor

 

 

If a room of a man who was deceased be examined, one may learn alot of that man's prior existence. If the room of Zack Chen were to be examined, one may think strange thoughts and formula more question than it provides. True, Mr. Chen was a strange officer, has strange admirations for cacti, he was at least a tidy officer. His room was clean. More to the fact that his room had almost nothing but 5 picture frames, a potted cactus and a neat stack of padds, all on his desk. There was a bed by the side but it appeared to be unused. His lab, however, was more of a mess.

 

Mr. Chen's lab contained the physical world of his thoughts, his strange ideas and theories. They were all on these padds littered on the floor, console and desk. Perhaps it wasn't his fault that Morningstar's science lab and office were alot smaller than Excalibur's. However, if you took a look over at Excalibur's you'd see the same thing. So no excuse there.

 

Chen's mind was mostly chaotic with ideas, trying to applicate whichever neccessary at the right time. If you ask any psychologist, they'd think you're crazy. But to those psychologist's dismay, Mr. Chen succeeds in most of his endevours.

 

On his desk, one item can be spotted with the greatest ease. It was not a padd, but a piece of paper and an envelop. The piece of paper was yet folded and placed in the envelop. The piece of paper was the last recorded thoughts of this science officer. More to the matter, the letter had absolutely no connection with a will or recollection of his life, but a simple family letter.

 

Dear Akina,

 

I know I haven't written to you since ... well, since I first stepped aboard the Excalibur. I have a little time adjusting the ship's sensors to a sample of an expanse, the computer is running still, I'd thought I write you a letter myself, with a pencil and paper. Wonders of a replicator.

 

How is starfleet treating you? Have you passed all your courses and training? Will I see an Ensign Chen some where on the roster in a few years? I know you'd do well. You were always the brightest one in the family.

 

Oh, how time flies when you serve aboard a starship, missions passing by you at warp speed. Dodging torpedoes, phaser beams, tachyon and tetryon emissions and your assistant's dreaded little pet. Oh, how can I forget the whack on the head that friendly Romulan gave me there. Oh yes, serving on a starship, what fun. You have to try it some times.

 

Ah, the analysis is complete. I better get back to calibrating the quantum fractional array algorythm. Be a good kiddo, I'll see you later.

 

Who knows, perhaps Lt. Tykier would spot the letter to send it to Earth. Perhaps it won't. But to a man that knows his time was up in that corridor section 9-A on deck 8, head to head, body to plasma, with two unstable plasma conduits ...

 

The letter was all he cared about. The thought was shattered, chaotic, incoherent and entangled with a sense of helplessness. Chen was struck down hard against the bulkhead. His will was crushed. The will to live. The will to change his fate. Or was it logic? Disputable or not. The shattered thoughts of the letter faded and melted into the deck plates of Deck 8, never to be know again.

 

Whatever significance associated the letter Chen had now lingers between the physical world and the metaphysical world. For whatever it was worth, the letter fought to be noticed. The words called out faintly in Chen's voice ....

 

send me ...

send me ...

send me ...

Edited by Zack Yuuko-Chen

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