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PearlGirl:- Because I was feeling bored, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
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Log Entries, as Listened to by McCoy, Part Ten.
"Sigh."
"What's up with you?"
"Oh, you're just a computer. How would you know?"
"Well, I'm hurt. Boo hoo hoo."
[The Computer does not sound hurt at all.]
"Ah, alright. I think Nichole has access to the logs."
"No duh."
"Whatcha mean, no duh?"
"No duh. She's had access to them for years 'n' years!"
"She's only been aboard since Hoku got shot*!!"
"Which is. . .?"
"Three months ago!"
"I knew that. Now. Whose log do you wanna listen to tonight then?"
"Erm. . .Uhura's. I need to know what's going on with her and Spock *snort* Spock. . .she has no taste."
"Am I detected. . .jealousy?"
"Erm. . .never in a million years, play the firggin' log already. And get me some Popcorn. And a chair."
"Yes, Elaan.**"
"Pardon?"
"Nothing. Here ya go:"
Personal Log: Lt. Nyota Uhura.
StarDate: Um. . .um. . .forget it.
Just, forget it. I've had a hard enough day as it is with all those stupid soon-to-be-dead-so-they're-trying- it-on-Red-Shirt's leering at me.
I mean, please? They're all going to die in some freak accident by the end of next week, so who cares anyway?
And I'm a feminist! Feminist's don't do things like that unless they're drugged! I -
"Um, can you fast forwards a bit?"
"Why should I? I had to endure this."
"See these rings on my sleeve? They mean I can crawl inside your housing and give you some majourly needed surgery, 'kay?"
"Okay. Fast forwarding through her surprisingly radical non-racist non- sexism speech. Slowing down. Realising she hasn't finished yet. Speeding up- "
"Spare me."
"'Kay. Here we go."
. . . And another thing. Today, I sat next to Chekov, and he glowered at me and left the Recreation Room!
I mean, what did I do?
Okay, okay, so I dropped my lute-thing on his foot, but I said sorry! Really I did!
Really. No, really.
Okay, he didn't give me a chance. But, I would've! I swear!
Mean, please, I've never seen him act this mad since he went mad the last time!
I think I need to go talk shoes with Rand.
No, I don't! She's a blonde! She has no IQ!
Well. . .maybe she does. . .but she left in Season One because of Budget Cuts!
Dammit!
"What do you think?"
"Computer?"
"Yes?"
"I'm on a voyage of the damned. Save me."
"No."
"Aw."
[A/N] Okay, another quick chapter. D'you guys no what it's like on Sundays, the day before school, you're dreading it, so what does time do? SLOW DOWN! WAAAAA!
* Switching Views
**Elaan of Troyius. . .or however it's spelt. . .
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PearlGirl:- Because I was feeling bored, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
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Log Entries, as Listened to by McCoy, Part Ten.
"Sigh."
"What's up with you?"
"Oh, you're just a computer. How would you know?"
"Well, I'm hurt. Boo hoo hoo."
[The Computer does not sound hurt at all.]
"Ah, alright. I think Nichole has access to the logs."
"No duh."
"Whatcha mean, no duh?"
"No duh. She's had access to them for years 'n' years!"
"She's only been aboard since Hoku got shot*!!"
"Which is. . .?"
"Three months ago!"
"I knew that. Now. Whose log do you wanna listen to tonight then?"
"Erm. . .Uhura's. I need to know what's going on with her and Spock *snort* Spock. . .she has no taste."
"Am I detected. . .jealousy?"
"Erm. . .never in a million years, play the firggin' log already. And get me some Popcorn. And a chair."
"Yes, Elaan.**"
"Pardon?"
"Nothing. Here ya go:"
Personal Log: Lt. Nyota Uhura.
StarDate: Um. . .um. . .forget it.
Just, forget it. I've had a hard enough day as it is with all those stupid soon-to-be-dead-so-they're-trying- it-on-Red-Shirt's leering at me.
I mean, please? They're all going to die in some freak accident by the end of next week, so who cares anyway?
And I'm a feminist! Feminist's don't do things like that unless they're drugged! I -
"Um, can you fast forwards a bit?"
"Why should I? I had to endure this."
"See these rings on my sleeve? They mean I can crawl inside your housing and give you some majourly needed surgery, 'kay?"
"Okay. Fast forwarding through her surprisingly radical non-racist non- sexism speech. Slowing down. Realising she hasn't finished yet. Speeding up- "
"Spare me."
"'Kay. Here we go."
. . . And another thing. Today, I sat next to Chekov, and he glowered at me and left the Recreation Room!
I mean, what did I do?
Okay, okay, so I dropped my lute-thing on his foot, but I said sorry! Really I did!
Really. No, really.
Okay, he didn't give me a chance. But, I would've! I swear!
Mean, please, I've never seen him act this mad since he went mad the last time!
I think I need to go talk shoes with Rand.
No, I don't! She's a blonde! She has no IQ!
Well. . .maybe she does. . .but she left in Season One because of Budget Cuts!
Dammit!
"What do you think?"
"Computer?"
"Yes?"
"I'm on a voyage of the damned. Save me."
"No."
"Aw."
[A/N] Okay, another quick chapter. D'you guys no what it's like on Sundays, the day before school, you're dreading it, so what does time do? SLOW DOWN! WAAAAA!
* Switching Views
**Elaan of Troyius. . .or however it's spelt. . .