"Tampered Fish"

[Eli Zhu 0]

Lt. Jg Eli Zhu

Acting CENG

Log Entry

SD 50503.01

 

 

 

I waited with Arthur Dent in sickbay, he sat on biobed 3 and I on 4, I eyed apprehensively at the rancid fish that was starting to stink after a minutes under the sickbay lights. Boy, are the bacteria having fun now. As I look at the strange fish, it startles me to know that it actually looked as if it wanted to blink back and perhaps talk about how hard a life it was to be a herring fish, with its fail bitten off and sandwiched between two huge pieces of bread. But for now, it seemed more content with a particular air particle near the ceiling, or perhaps the ceiling it self.

 

I felt very safe that I left my herring sandwich back in the restaurant, who knows if my fish was rancid and radioactive or not. Perhaps it was Dent's lucky day to receive a very rancid and radioactive herring between two massive pieces of bread. But in my opinion, I believe that herring sandwiches should be made with quality and time, unlike those folks back in the restaurant who just replicate the fish, thank the makers for not replicating salmon, and stuff the fish between two immensely proportioned pieces of bread.

 

No, herring sandwich should be made with fresh herring, or as long as the replicator behaves and give you herring instead of salmon, some toppings and two colossal pieces of whole wheat bread. Then cut the crust off and preserve the flavour of the herring into the bread as you compress the fish against the wheat buns. Ah yes, then a fresh cup of tea to wash it all down, with the knowledge of a sandwich well made and well eaten. That’s the way of the sandwich. But no!

 

Today just had to be the day that Arthur Dent's herring sandwich turned out to be a radioactive one that MOVES while you weren't looking. But this time, Arthur Dent and I were looking and it still moved. This defies all known knowledge of sandwich making to me and I will set it right. I looked at the physical proceedings and the fish. The fish looked so innocent with its bulging eyes staring at the ceiling, but I know this fish bares the sin of a thousand years of poorly made herring sandwich. I shall make it right; I shall invite Arthur over for dinner. To make the wrong, right, to serve the best herring sandwich an engineer could ever build. And then some tea.