30x300 by -yannik-
DAY TEN
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"I'm going crazy here!"
"Isn't that the whole idea?"
The words rang in his head repeated over and over again.
"I'm going crazy!"
"Isn't that the idea?"
How could he have been so cruel, so unhumanitary? But then – how could he not? He was just a program after all. A program with neatly written lines on sensitivity to his patients. Or other beings. To feelings. Any feelings.
Tom realized he was ranting inside his head. He really must be going crazy!
Focus, focus!
If he was to survive this, he had to try and think clearly. How much time there was, what did Doc say? "See you in twenty days"? So it wasn't thirty anymore, it was twenty. Only twenty. He'll handle. He must…
Ranting again.
Tom held his head in his hands, and desperately tried not to think at all. Clear his mind.
And then it hit him.
Culhane!
"Captain is considering him a chief conn."
Chief conn…
No, she wouldn't go that far. She wouldn't! What if she forbade him to pilot at all? What if she locked him in this ship without the possibility to see the outer space, to ever go onaway mission, to pilot the Delta Flayer again?
She could do that.
He kidnapped the Delta Flayer, and she could lock him inside Voyager forever.
She could never let him out.
He needed to get out!
Out of this cell, out of this ship, out of… Just out! Anywhere!
Calm down Tom Paris – he told himself. You're an officer. Show her, that you'll handle that. She has to see… she has to… she won't be that cruel, she won't keep you in here forever. It's just a matter of time. Twenty days…
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