Schroedinger 9611.27

[Webmaster 20]

Subject: Schroedinger 9611.27

Date: Sun, Dec 22, 1996 12:30 AM

From: LtHerel

 

 

   Ha!  Good, good, good!  Mine.  

   Schroedinger runs stealthily through the corridors, avoiding feet and walls with ease.  He starts to sniff as best he can.

   Where is door?  Door, door, door?  Door!

   He finds it.

   Inferior, purpose-serving Terran.  Must find Terran.   "RRRRrrrrr!" he tries to howl.  

   "Eew!  What is that in your mouth?" the passing human female says.  "RRRrrrRR!" Schroedinger reiterates with emphasis.  "Oh!  Is this your home?  Who’s kitty are you?  Let’s see…"  She reads the name on the door.  "’Lieutenant Herel.’  Is that your master?  Let’s see if he’s home."  She rings the chime and waits.  "You’re a very pretty blue kitty.  I don’t think Mr. Herel is home, though.  And you know, I don’t even know if you are his kitty, and I also don’t think he’d like that nasssty thing

brought into his quarters."

   Oh sand!  Someone with a brain help me, please!  

   At that moment Ensign Lefevre chooses to pass.  "Oh, that is indeed Lieutenant Herel’s cat.  We’ve met, haven’t we Schroedie?  Another prize, eh?  Good God, what the #### is that anyway?  Looks like a tribble with rat appendages.  Whatever.  Here you go."  He opens the door with Herel’s code.

   Ha!  

   Schroedinger darts in and is instantly oblivious to the door closing behind him and the voices in the hall.  

   "The cat just roams the ship as it pleases?  Doesn’t that violate some code?  Is it neutered?"  "Yup, probably, and nope.  Keeps the conduits clean, though, so I’m not complaining…"  The voices fade away.   ~