"Ethical Debate"

[Feng Zhu 0]

"Ethical Debate"

Feng Zhu

Assistant Engineer 21st

Nx-05 constructions

 

 

 

Feng looked out the window, to see a beautiful beach, with sand that sparkled like golden bits and pieces. He walked back to the table and read the news on his pad carefully again. Starfleet is accelerating Ship productions.

 

"Wow, they're really getting desperate." He retorted to himself, of course he hadn't ment it for real. Feng is a man, about 20's in his age, fresh from graduation in academy trainning and engineering studies. People would glady come to him for help in engineering but they would just go to the big guys. Like Commander Moore.

 

"With the Enterprise gone, a station destroyed, people killed, no wonder starfleet wants more ships out there." He said to no one particular, while looking out the window from his apartment. To where did looked? The sky, space.

 

"Space, the final frontier? what did we think when we saw this, blackness of space, two hundred years ago? Oh sure, many astronomers created theories of constellations and star arrangements. Physicists created laws of physics, quantum mechanics, and eventually, putting some people on alien soil, the moon, mars. Gee what would they have thought of now? Man, roaming the Galaxies in search for other species of life and technology. But is this what really was about? The Nx-05 to be a war ship instead?" thoughtfully, he sat down and stared at the sky, dawning.

 

Peace is and will always be at a price. He thought. Ironic, even earth's history revealed that this was true. The world wars, cold wars, disputes, arguements that leads to war. All fought for in the name of piece.

 

"Looks like so it will be done again, the probe that grazed the earth, Enterprise going off to its quest to find these ... what were they called again? Oh, it seems this worl - universe is going mad. When will the sufferings end? Oh, when?" He pleaded to the darkening sky above.

 

"Building a ship isn't going to bring those 7 million people back, or sending one after them. But it will save other lives. Heh, I would be grateful to help build a ship, to save the rest of humanity, to ensure that no other will lose a love one during a massacre. I ..." He could have felt his emotions starting to boil, his blood starting to boil, but how could he keep it down? He was no Vulcan. Feng slapped his hand flat onto the padd, sending out a series of beeps of error.

 

"This was my dream, to cruise the vast space of the great unknown, to meet new people, but what now? Earth is in danger, people were murdered and ... Oh, Sarah, why did you had to be there ... Oh why." The strain was too much, a minute later, he found himself crying, face down on his arm. Such grief, he was only one man, the lost was too great, but he had to toughen up. He tried, stiffed himself ridgid but he could feel the emptiness of his apartment, the missing cries of laughter which occupied this house for so long. But now? Its gone, gone with the wind, gone with the evapourating sea when that thing killed them.

 

"THEY KILLED THEM!" he shouted. At an instant sorrow transformed into anger, he felt all the rage that one man could feel when he has lost a little sister, the way many others probably felt. That's it, be strong, many others are with you. He urged himself to stay with the task at hand, to be useful, to contribute so no one else would have to FEEL what he was feeling.

 

"Oh, Sarah, you were so young. The men will pay for this, i swear it, they will pay. But that wouldn't be ethical, but i must ... Its ... Indescribable." At a lost for words, he stood up quickly and closed the shutters and lights. The room immediately fell silent and dark. In this Dark, quiet place, one angry, sad, empty engineer laid on his bed. Soulsearching? Perhaps, but planning, he was planning, to help.