Life on a starship

Posted on Sat Jan 24th, 2009 @ 8:24pm by Maria O'Brian

I don't think I've slept during the day since I lived at home and was working on my doctorate. I remember the arguments I had with my mother at 3 a.m. in the morning, trying to get me to go to bed while I tried determinedly to remain in front of the computer, working on my doctoral thesis, while eating from my secret cache of chocolate covered coffee beans. I remember my mother repeating that story to my future in-laws at the rehearsal dinner, laughingly adding that it wasn't one of the problems that she and my father had expected to have with a teenage daughter.

It's kind of strange, really, that I always imagined life on a starship as this sort of gray, formless, utilitarian life. I mean, think of all the people I've known in my life who served on a starship: my husband, my brother, my sister-in-law, not to mention all my friends and students at the Academy. Life on a starship seems amazing, and we haven't even left the station yet. I can't even being to imagine what life will be like out among the stars!

Well, I better get running. Jadda wants to use my doctorate in mathematics to update his algorithm on predicting what non-replicated supplies he should stock up on everytime the Pacifica makes a stop at a station or planet. Dana says the algorithm is just for show, though, that Jadda uses some voodoo that only bar managers and starship captains are privy to!