"Chlorophyll turns to Haemoglobin"

[Zack Yuuko-Chen 0]

Chief Science officer Zack Chen

Away team duty Log Entry

SD: 0508.04

 

 

 

Science ... a powerful and frightening thing ...

 

In the hands of a child, flowers could be better grown. In the hands of a gardener, great hectares of land could be better enriched. In the hands of a chemist, he can make some metals out of solution. In the hands of Zack Chen, he could make cactus grow branches.

 

However...

 

In the hands of Evil ... it's a whole new ball game.

 

At a glimpse of the forces on the road, on a Romulan-occupied planet deep in the gamma quadrant possibly alone with the Excalibur out of contact with only limited provisions remaining, the forces on the road seem to be the icing on the cake. The final twist in a plot in a really good mystery novel. The humus on a piece of land. The best mushroom sauce on chicken slices. The point where the beginning and the end meet.

 

There it was, in front of them like some bold letter sign that says "Gotch'a with yer pants down!". There it was ... faces, 3 of them exact duplicates of his assistant ... Lt. Baund. Why? Why Why? Had it escalated to this?

 

The expression "You see one, you'll seem more" often applied to pests and etc but never to the man that was his responsibility, even if that responsibility was temporarily. Zack felt, geniune anguish now. This was what all people talk about off duty in the science labs.

 

"Hey is it all right if I modified the plant to grow branches? Hey is it all right if I made the plant not what it was? Hey would it be okay if I cloned you?" No, they wouldn't be all right, like an up going parabola, this was the lowest point of science, used for unequal benefits. Zack's mind asked the people out there question after question.

 

"So you've mass produced Lt. Baund, what are you going to do with them? Is the one we have the original or some copy, which you call Baund003 or something? How many are there? Do they come off an assembly line like Star Ships? What happened to the imperfect ones? You know, those with just a tiny amount of imbalance from the cloning procedure? Do you kill them? That counts as slaughter you know? Does it serve you right to do this?"

 

Zack cleared his head. The meaning was thick in the air, the anger was thick in the air and he knew that every member of the away team at this instantaneous point of his or her life was feeling the air thicken with anguish. There can be wars but this is too wrong.

 

As to his dismay of his poor combat training and flimsy physical abilities, he could not engage the enemy right in front of him, as much as he would like to do. He hated when science is put to the wrong use and this is simply enough.

 

An event already occurred when Zack recovered from his mental thoughts, Cmdr. Graham fell swiftly to the ground, he didn't move. Zack, as though in slow motion look to the fallen Andorian’s right then up. The enemy stared at him in the face.

 

"Does it feel good? Or are you too stupid to think and just follow orders?" Zack muttered to the Romulan assailants. With out much effort, a third Romulan smacked a blunt object behind his head, like Cmdr. Graham, down heavily he went. Thoughts blinked.

 

Green soft chlorophyll in the shrubbery under him turned red.