Contemplating Senior Thesis

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Rosetto recalls the hoopla at his graduation knowing that his performance was LESS than perfect and wonders what the Captain must think of him as an engineer. He had been contemplating a career in engineering but was now questioning his abilities under pressure. There was a lot going on, he recalls, as he pulls up a record of the SIM operations. There were unusual fluctuations in the power consumption and he couldn't quite wrap his head around why these fluctuations seemed random and sporatic thoughout different systems. It was as if something of great mass had pass through without ever coming into direct contact. The continuum profile of the engineering deck records during the SIM indicated a distortion consistent of a mass that was greater than 10 Mars' occupying a 3 dimensional space the size of a pea. This couldn't have been due to a misaligned matter injector because it was not localized in the reactor core. It must have been from an external source. He pondered as to what this could have possibly been. Perhaps the records of the Science Panels would help isolate what was really going on.

 

But THAT was against the rules, the code. You cannot cheat death. What ever this was had to be discovered from his own perspective, by his own wit. That was the puzzle that toyed with his mind. That was the game and the game was on. If rosetto was going to be a Star Fleet engineer then he would have to turn these schematics inside out. He would have to breath every etched note and recite every last line on the page. And while these systems pulsed and surged, he would have to feel the power that rose within them. Only then would he understand those things beyond this three dimensional echo in time that everyone thought of as reality. These systems worked in a realm just out of one's grasp and our visions into them were merely shadows stretched across our existence.

 

He closed his eyes and remembered the cave. It was dark and cold and only a small sound touched the wind. He had spent many nights there pondering his lifeblood for he was not yet a man, just a boy and his dreams. A snack was usually found tucked in his nap pack placed their by his all knowing mother. A boy on an adventure can't be expected to remember everything. His father insured that he also had a hand phaser tool so that he might warm some rocks enough to keep him from freezing in the cold martian night. In that cave he had visions of worlds he only imagined. Of Structures and machines that would light up any young lad's eyes. This was why he knew that he would not find what he was looking for there. It wasn't to be found sketched in the cliffs. As rosetto remembered dreams overpowered his consciousness and sleep was upon him.

Edited May 1, 2010 by rosetto