SD 10-19-02 - "This Really ... Bites" #2 - Weird things are no surprise to me. They occur on the Freedom nearly on a daily basis it seems.
But what doesn't occur daily is when the focus of the weirdness is me.
I'm mostly better after m illness, though have this weird ... craving, for the lack of a better word. Still, K'ynxyl insists that I stay here. I can't deny her request isn't groundless as the machines have been acting odd. According to them, I'm not here. It's as if I'm a ghost to it.
Apparently someone else has worse problems. We just got a call from the Starbase that explains Flare's psionics, and suggests he'll soon be in deep trouble. Apparently, they've been having cases of some new form of "Transporter Psychosis." The two affected developed strong mental powers, but also the delusion they always had them. After some time, the subject looses the ability to control these powers, in the case of psionics loosing the ability to turn off the power or choose what to and what not to read. Eventually, brain tissue starts to die. One of the two was lost before treatment was developed. One was saved, though naturally it meant all of the new powers were gone. Small price to pay.
Speaking of problems, Ironbottom's on my case again. He just got word of the "Phiranna Rat Attack" in the zoo, and hurled a number of accusations at me, accusing me of somehow causing this through my incompitence. Another thing, K'Lynxyl's viewscreen must be malfunctioning to as Ironbottom couldn't see me and accused me of hiding under the table. Well, I wasn't.
To tell the truth, there's always something about that man that made me afraid, and not just his rank. I guess he reminds me of someone I feared a lifetime ago. He's always made me jumpy, always made me want to cringe or run and hide, but I couldn't because that's not what Starfleet Captians do.
Well, I'm tired of being afraid, tired of cringing when I hear his screeching, tired of wanting to run away when he screams at me. For once, I'd just love to ram my fist down his ^(*&(* throat!!
(ahem)
Geez, where'd that come from? Maybe K'Lynxyl was right, maybe I should stay here a little longer.
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(addition)
(gasp) What is ... happening to me? (gag) Just moments ago after I left K'Lynxyl's office after talking to Ironbottom, the last thing I remember was talking to Lera. The next, she's nursing some wound on her neck that wasn't there before, saying I did it.
And that craving I had was no longer there, but instead was some nauseous feeling in my stomach that quickly got worse until I had to run to the bathroom and "pray to the porcelian god."
What is ... hapening?