"Musings Over Food"

[Aidan Driscol 0]

"Musings over Food"

A Log by Ensign Aidan Driscol

 

 

Two hours after he had abandoned his BLT sandwich in the mess hall Aidan was back hoping he'd finally get to eat. Thoughtfully he chewed on his cheeseburger. He thought he'd finally come to terms with this whole situation. Within just a short time, in which he'd hardly slept or eaten he'd found out quite a lot about the virus. This kind of research would usually have taken hi months. Certainly, he'd gotten lucky with some of his theories which proved to be right, Shadow had been a great help with his ability to 'feel' different kinds of tissue and of course Doctor Tordai had been just as helpful. She had worked crazy hours as well so they would be able to get through all of the experiments.

 

It'd be too easy to just say they'd done research, because people never considered what that really meant. They had spent hours with brainstorming, more hours of reading literature to familiarise themselves with the matter, days spent in biosuits, or at least some kind of protective gear, in the lab, more hours of writing up reports for superiors and themselves so they didn't forget about the details, long discussions with senior officers and members of other departments as well as their own who have been going through the same ordeal. That's what they'd had spent their time with, that's what research really was.

 

Aidan thought about all of this while his teeth started the process of turning his burger into its basic components and his taste buds were sending signals to his brain which stored the info into the "very good burger" drawer of his memory.

 

All of a sudden he started to grin, he just couldn't help it. He'd done well on this. Sure, he'd gotten into trouble but they'd get over it. Lieutenant Condacin would be over it the moment the Soltans were off the ship and Lieutenant Commander JoNs seemed to be over it already.

 

As was his habit he scribbled something on the napkin while he was eating. He wasn't even paying attention to what he was writing. He'd always had a pen and a piece of paper with him, you never know when a good idea hits you and when eating he just used the napkin, because it helped him to concentrate and eating was usually thinking time for him.

 

Yes, he had done well. What rhymes with pity? Huh? Where did that thought come from? Well, witty does, so does pretty, sort of, close enough. This had been his first big project on the alpha shift and he had worked his behind off. The Colonels had heard about him, true, not only positive things but they knew about his determination now. A rhyme for that? Pet? Met? Linguistically not 100% alright but it'd do, who'd notice anyway?

 

 

When he had finished his burger Aidan got up and returned his plate. He didn't notice the napkin still lying on the table.