Disclaimer: Let's get this straight. If you are stupid enough to think
that I could be getting any profit from this, you must be either in a
mental institution or the guy next door who thinks that the Internet is the
end of the universe. Thus, 1)I don't own Star Trek, 2)I never will, and
3)stop thinking I do. Simple, huh? Oh, and before I forget, I don't own
the song "Bohemian Rhapsody" either. Not that this is a song fic...
--Personal log, stardate...uh, I don't know, never mind. I got the highest grade in
the class for my project on how choices affect the movement of time. The teacher
recommended me to an inter-federation science fair that deals with projects that are
groundbreaking. I never would have dreamed of this...being able to define the outer
reaches of temporal theories...I guess I'm still in awe of myself. Mom and Dad are
immensely proud; they are bragging left and right. The only bad news is that they won't
leave me alone. I feel like I have two shadows, and they're named Beverly and Jean-Luc
Picard. Anyway, I plan to continue working out so that I can demonstrate how my
project works at the fair in two days. I can hardly wait; I hope I can win. The only
competition from this ship is Trent Jenson, a boy who did his project on holographic re-
imaging. I hope my ideas will take precedence over his; then maybe I can finally feel
like I have a purpose.
Amanda out.- -
Amanda was walking in the hallway on her way to one of the more private lounges when
she saw him. 'Oh, no. Please, God, no.' She saw Wil Riker coming towards her, trying
to catch up with her. She had always liked Wil; it was just that everywhere she went,
someone congratulated her on what had happened. She was tired and needed a break.
'Why can't it be more like the good old days when no one noticed me?' Amanda thought
in silence as she stopped to let him talk to her. "Hello, Amanda. How are you doing
today?" Wil asked, as if she were two. 'Get it over with,' she thought but instead said,
"I'm fine. What brings you down here? Senior officers never come here." "Well," said
Wil, "I just wanted to congratulate you..." 'Ah ha!' Amanda thought. He droned
on about the resonance of what she proposed until she said, at her wit's end, "Wil, I have
to go to do my...homework now." 'Why can't I ever lie to him?' Amanda thought.
"Okay. Just call if you need to talk; Deanna and I would love to see you." "Alright, Wil,
I guess I'll see you day after tomorrow, right?" Amanda asked. "I'll be there with bells
on," Wil said with a smile.
Amanda ran out of the lounge. She knew that she was being stalked by her parent's
friends when she had seen Commander La Forge coming her way. He was her favorite of
all of the senior officers; he was the Chief Engineer and he had taught her most of what
she knew, but still, she would see him in two hours; why was he there, now? She
stumbled through the halls, desperately trying to get to her quarters. She got there just in
time; because on her way around the corner she spotted Worf. She went into her room
and requested some music. "Computer, music. Late twentieth century; something
thoughtful and reminiscing." The computer compiled her request and in no time at all, a
smooth melody was playing. "What is this?" Amanda asked the computer. "Bohemian
Rhapsody, by Queen. Written by Freddie Mercury, produced by..." the computer
went on to list the status of the band Queen until Amanda said, "Computer, enough."
Amanda listened carefully; the song was about a man who killed someone and went
through the feelings of regret. 'How strange is this? It almost exactly mirrors the
implications of my project,' Amanda thought in wonder. She played it again so she could
memorize it; alas, her photographic memory did not fail her. She knew every word. She
played it over and over after that; singing along and thinking. The next thing she looked
at was the chronometer; it said that she was almost late for her class in Engineering. She
left, renewed.
TWO DAYS LATER, AT THE EVENT OF HER LIFE
Amanda was nervous, plain and simple. She sat next to her parents, ready to present her
ideas to six judges. The only one that she recognized was Kathryn Janeway, an admiral
that was renowned for her scientific abilities; she had commanded the ill- fated Voyager.
'Wow,' Amanda thought, 'she's a living legend...but so is my dad...' She
watched as Trent presented, getting high praise from the various judges. "Amanda
Picard, please come to present," Janeway called. Nauseated from anticipation, Amanda
went to the podium.
--Personal log, stardate...uh, I don't know, never mind. I got the highest grade in
the class for my project on how choices affect the movement of time. The teacher
recommended me to an inter-federation science fair that deals with projects that are
groundbreaking. I never would have dreamed of this...being able to define the outer
reaches of temporal theories...I guess I'm still in awe of myself. Mom and Dad are
immensely proud; they are bragging left and right. The only bad news is that they won't
leave me alone. I feel like I have two shadows, and they're named Beverly and Jean-Luc
Picard. Anyway, I plan to continue working out so that I can demonstrate how my
project works at the fair in two days. I can hardly wait; I hope I can win. The only
competition from this ship is Trent Jenson, a boy who did his project on holographic re-
imaging. I hope my ideas will take precedence over his; then maybe I can finally feel
like I have a purpose.
Amanda out.- -
Amanda was walking in the hallway on her way to one of the more private lounges when
she saw him. 'Oh, no. Please, God, no.' She saw Wil Riker coming towards her, trying
to catch up with her. She had always liked Wil; it was just that everywhere she went,
someone congratulated her on what had happened. She was tired and needed a break.
'Why can't it be more like the good old days when no one noticed me?' Amanda thought
in silence as she stopped to let him talk to her. "Hello, Amanda. How are you doing
today?" Wil asked, as if she were two. 'Get it over with,' she thought but instead said,
"I'm fine. What brings you down here? Senior officers never come here." "Well," said
Wil, "I just wanted to congratulate you..." 'Ah ha!' Amanda thought. He droned
on about the resonance of what she proposed until she said, at her wit's end, "Wil, I have
to go to do my...homework now." 'Why can't I ever lie to him?' Amanda thought.
"Okay. Just call if you need to talk; Deanna and I would love to see you." "Alright, Wil,
I guess I'll see you day after tomorrow, right?" Amanda asked. "I'll be there with bells
on," Wil said with a smile.
Amanda ran out of the lounge. She knew that she was being stalked by her parent's
friends when she had seen Commander La Forge coming her way. He was her favorite of
all of the senior officers; he was the Chief Engineer and he had taught her most of what
she knew, but still, she would see him in two hours; why was he there, now? She
stumbled through the halls, desperately trying to get to her quarters. She got there just in
time; because on her way around the corner she spotted Worf. She went into her room
and requested some music. "Computer, music. Late twentieth century; something
thoughtful and reminiscing." The computer compiled her request and in no time at all, a
smooth melody was playing. "What is this?" Amanda asked the computer. "Bohemian
Rhapsody, by Queen. Written by Freddie Mercury, produced by..." the computer
went on to list the status of the band Queen until Amanda said, "Computer, enough."
Amanda listened carefully; the song was about a man who killed someone and went
through the feelings of regret. 'How strange is this? It almost exactly mirrors the
implications of my project,' Amanda thought in wonder. She played it again so she could
memorize it; alas, her photographic memory did not fail her. She knew every word. She
played it over and over after that; singing along and thinking. The next thing she looked
at was the chronometer; it said that she was almost late for her class in Engineering. She
left, renewed.
TWO DAYS LATER, AT THE EVENT OF HER LIFE
Amanda was nervous, plain and simple. She sat next to her parents, ready to present her
ideas to six judges. The only one that she recognized was Kathryn Janeway, an admiral
that was renowned for her scientific abilities; she had commanded the ill- fated Voyager.
'Wow,' Amanda thought, 'she's a living legend...but so is my dad...' She
watched as Trent presented, getting high praise from the various judges. "Amanda
Picard, please come to present," Janeway called. Nauseated from anticipation, Amanda
went to the podium.