Disclaimer: This story is my own work. And yes, I do know it's very short (emphasis on very). Voyager, its subsidies and crewmembers belong to Paramount.

1 Thought

What do you know of lining dangerously? You live on a rock. Grass, trees and dirt surround you. You do not worry about running out of dilithium or being blown to bits by hostile alien enemies. Do you ever worry about being assimilated? What's that? No? Oh, okay. Well, that's something else we worry about too.

Every day I worry about the matter/antimatter containment field destabilizing. I worry about things you cannot even begin to understand. People, friends, this ship! This ship is my life and if I don't keep it in peak performance, we may never get home.

So what do you know about living dangerously?

B'Elanna Torres shook her head. She must have dozed off during her duty shift. Not the best thing for the chief engineer to do. She told herself never to let Tom take her to that stupid Captain Proton holodeck program ever again.

She looked at the warp core and istened to the hum of the matter/antimatter reactions taking place. Thinking back on what she had previously thought, she headed out the doors of engineering. She was going to meet Tom at Holodeck 2. With a smile she said under her breath, "No doubt about it Tom. Let's see how long you last in my holodeck simulation."