"A little trip through memory lane"

[Eli Zhu 0]

Mid. Eli zhu

Log Entry

SD 50406.23

 

 

 

Eli opened his tool box and the panel on the control tower though the smell of officer's feet wasn't pleasing, the thought of dress uniforms was worse. Eli was glad he was out of those tight collars and .. well, tight every thing. He stretched his Shoulders just to be sure that there blood flowing through them. He took out his tricorder and scanned the interior of the consoles. The officers didn't mind standing. After he had finished, he stood up and ran a complete diagnostic on all Control Tower systems.

 

A few minutes later he was done, the computers were set to original settings, and no problems were found. Eli looked at the console and grinned at it, knowing one day their trick of masking their stubbornness will lose effect and they would show their true nature as computers.

 

Eli Stepped on to a Turbolift and called for officer quarters. He felt better knowing that Aegis was safe and the ceremony was safetly conducted, albeit a silly scheme since change of command wasn't as ceremonious aboard ships as he saw while taking a tour. But he always welcomed ceremonies with nice food and drinks and a big crowd. Perhaps it was a bit too big. He thought, remember the cramp levels where alot of people were moving around. The Lift door opened to the deck and he stepped off and walked towards his quarters.

 

He entered his quarters and looked around, noting the dress uniform wrinkled and out of shape on the couch, the uneaten food he replicated during his reading and numerous other things that were just as they were when he left. He smirked. He knew it was funny that he remembers where exactly things were left and the slightest change would scare him, a adopted trait from a friend who always lost things.

 

He dropped like a log and slumped into the couch and tapped on a small computer screen to his left.

 

"Computer, display all data regarding ... class of 81st." He waited patiently. He would have pounded on the computer if he had more strength in him but he was too exhausted with moving with station operations. His limp finger tapped twice to his chemistry class and view the people who were once his Class mates and friends. He looked through all the pictures and names and found his friend, a bit older than him but nevertheless as young and inexperienced as he was.

 

"Good 'ol Erias heh." He said to the computer as if it would have responded with a laugh. "Oh, right, computers can't laugh ha ha ha." He laughed lightly and lglanced at the young Trill on the screen, reading her biography, remembering that he read the same lines, 4 years ago.

 

It took a while for Eli get remember the faces and voices of all the cadets back in the academy but he remembered them all, most vividly the musicians. Eli slump further back into his dress uniform and comfortable couch.

 

He remembered one summer when he invited a few of his chemistry buddies to his dwelling. It was just a simple apartment with 1 large room accompanied by 2 bedrooms and a bathroom, nothing fancy but completely sufficient. One room was his parent's and one was his and his brother's.

 

Eli smirked as his eyes slowly close under the exhaustion. The image of his home sprang to life in his mind. The bunk bed, the clarinets and hundreds of pages of sheet music lying around. He remembered 3 days later during that summer, he invited nearly all his chemistry class mates and a professor to his home for a music recital. Eli grinned and laughed at the memory.

 

"Computer, play stamitz's Clarinet Concerto #3, third movement, half volume please." He was amazed, he actually said "Please" to the computer. He chuckled, the music came on softly. Eli began to hum with the rythmn.

 

In his mind it was not the computer playing the music but his brother, swinging and leveling and taking in quick breathes as he went. He was talented for a 16 year old, very talented. He never missed a note, or a beat, always in tempo.

 

"Man, he could count in his head." He said to the ceiling. Remembering the time he spent to concentrate on count 1, 2, 3, 4, over and over again with noise blaring at all directions. He laughed at him self picking up that memory, he still hasn't been able to block the distraction and remain focus on counting the time. Some things never change. He thought. His exhaustion took effect with the music. Eli lost hold of his wounderful teenage memories and fell asleep, just as the clarinet concerto concluded on his computer.

 

The only thought that lingered, what happened to the rest of the faces in his memories? What became of them? Like Anari where did they go? His subconscious began to ask itself, being on a space station would being away from friends on other ships ... and your brother on earth. The rest of questions were as intelligable as snores.