right guys this has been uploaded from my new kindle so blame any errors on that. it has been inspired by a game that i have an addiction to so without any further ado I give you Flow.
Flow
Spock was amazed at the sight that met him as he entered the rec room. Crew members were shouting and credits were exchanging hands as a young lieutenant chalked numbers on a large board. Sat at a table amongst the throngs, two young men with PADD s were staring each other out. This was evidently a large competition with lots of betting. But then again everything on the Enterprise had bets encircling it. Taking a deep breath Spock drew himself up and glided through the crowds. He reached the table and attracted the attention of a competitor who turned out to be one ensign Chekov. The boy smiled and waved his PADD at the Vulcan.
"Hello Mr Spock. Hawe you come to vatch the match?"
"I have. May I inquire as to the details of this `match`? I am unaware of many human customs such as" he gestured to the PADD and surrounding humans "...this." he received a warm smile from the Russian who promptly explained the rules of his match. It turned out that a 21st century game named Flow had grasped the Enterprise crew and they were on the search for the Flow champion. Chekov and Warrant were in the final. Someone blew a whistle and everyone fell to silence. Spock looked up in disguised surprise as the captain clambered onto the table between the two finalists.
"It gives me great pleasure to welcome you all to the grand final of the Enterprise Flow Championship. You have competed well but now we shall have our champion. Ensign Chekov and Lieutenant Warrant prepare your PADD s. You shall have two minutes to complete as many randomly generated levels as you can. Your Time Starts Now!"
Kirk started a large timer and stepped down from the table as the two finalists began their race. He spotted Spock and pushed his way towards him.
"Hey Spock I didn't expect to see you here"
"That is to be expected captain as I was not planning to attend this activity, until I was assured by the good doctor, that I would have no peace later this week unless I knew about the `match`." Kirk nodded sagely and watched the competitor's fingers flying across the PADD s.
"Captain may I inquire as to what exactly this Flow is?"
"Sure Spock. Basically your screen is filled with a squared table covered with coloured dots. The aim is to connect matching dots. To make it harder no connection can overlap."
"I see. It is a highly illogical game to turn into a competition." Kirk chuckled ruefully and stepped back onto the table.
"All right time is up take your hands away from the PADD s.!" The two men slumped back in their chairs, red faced, as the PADD s were removed by Kirk.
"OK guys we have a winner with 54 complete levels and a loser with 50 levels. And the winner is..." Spock resisted rolling his eyes as Kirk dragged out the silence "Ensign Pavel Chekov!" The Russian leapt to his feet, punching the air in triumph whilst Warrant put his head in his hands. Chekov walked round the table and put his hand on the older man's shoulder. "Hey no hard feelings da?" Warrant looked up and smiled "no hard feelings my arse next time your going down you little squirt" but he shook Chekov s hand all the same. Spock watched as credits were lost and gained and Chekov was congratulated on his win. What escaped everyone's notice was a young Asian helmsman leaving the room with a small fortune. Spock smiled lightly. Best friends should always have faith in each other. Possibly in Sulu s case a little too much faith.