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The door to Ten Forward swished open. "Captain!" Riker greeted as Jean Luc Picard walked swiftly over to his table. "Number One. Do you know what this is about?" Riker shook his head. "No sir. Deanna just sent out a memo for us all to meet here at 1900 hours. I thought it best not to refuse.
The door opened again. "Hello doctor, Wesley. Have you seen Worf?" Picard inquired. "Yes sir. Data and Geordi were dragging him away form the hollodeck. They should be here any minute." As if in response to Wesley's statement, the doors opened to reveal Data followed by two bedraggled crewmen who could only be Geordi and Worf.
"Captain, I request permission to return to my training. I see no reason to remain here." Worf asked with a grimace. "No, Mr. Worf. I am afraid we are all stuck here under Counselor Troi's instruction. Speaking of which, where is the counselor?"
Once more, the doors swished open to reveal the counselor. "Good evening." She greeted them. "I have sensed a heightened amount of stress in this crew, so I have decided that every Friday night for the next month, we will meet to watch a film."
"Excuse my ignorance counselor, but what is a film?" Geordi asked, puzzled.
The counselor smiled. "A film was a form of entertainment in the twentieth and twenty-first century. Families, or in our case, groups of friends would gather to view a drama digitally recorded on tapes or flat disks called dvds. People found relaxation from the viewing of these dramas. I thought it would be enlightening to watch these historic documents. Computer-" she called out, "popcorn, lightly salted, heavily buttered with a touch of garlic seasoning." The dish appeared in the replicator. "Let us begin."
" What are we watching, Deanna?" Doctor Crusher inquired. "The first film we will watch is called 'Star Wars'".
****To be continued