SD240502.14 Ex-CEO's Log, Lt. Michael Blackburn
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Date(s): 2005-02-14
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Michael signed his name on the paper form placed before him and then nodded
to the nurse. It had been nearly 6 months that he had been on Earth,
attending therapy daily, but it had become evident that his optical nerve was
permanently damaged, and his vision would never return to his right eye. He realised
the significance of his signing his name, it meant he was giving up his
chance of seeing with two eyes ever again. He turned his back on the
receptionist, and walked out, it was over he thought, moving his head left and right more
than is nataural so that he might see everything he would have otherwise
seen. He breathed deeply and stepped out.
The weather was nice, the sun was shining down, the sky was bright blue,
with only slight white imperfections. He headed straight towards the transporter
station, just around the corner, and headed in with impatience. He
transported himself back to San Fransicso where he had been living, and headed to his
appartment.
It had been two months since he had told Starfleet to assign somebody else
to the Chimera's Chief position, not wanting to hold it while he took his
treatment, but he was still interested in returning in some other position, be it
assitant engineer, or a different department. He was looking forward to
seeing all those faces that he had missed so much.
He got to his appartment as it was going dark, and packed up his things,
planning to leave the next morning. He put the items of clothing he owned into a
large bag, and then put a couple of pads in. He sighed, every moment he felt
paranoid, not being able to see to one side. He sat down at his console, and
sent the correspondence he had written to his mother and sister, he didn't
plan to see either before he left. He checked that the USS Somali was still
set to travel from San Franscico the next morning, and then went to bed.
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<DIV><FONT face=Tahoma>Michael signed his name on the paper form placed be=
fore
him and then nodded to the nurse. It had been nearly 6 months that he had be=
en
on Earth, attending therapy daily, but it had become evident that his optica=
l
nerve was permanently damaged, and his vision would never return to his righ=
t
eye. He realised the significance of his signing his name, it meant he was
giving up his chance of seeing with two eyes ever again. He turned his back=
on
the receptionist, and walked out, it was over he thought, moving his head le=
ft
and right more than is nataural so that he might see everything he would hav=
e
otherwise seen. He breathed deeply and stepped out.</FONT>
<DIV><FONT face=Tahoma></FONT>
<DIV><FONT face=Tahoma>The weather was nice, the sun was shining down, the=
sky
was bright blue, with only slight white imperfections. He headed straight
towards the transporter station, just around the corner, and headed in with
impatience. He transported himself back to San Fransicso where he had been
living, and headed to his appartment.</FONT>
<DIV><FONT face=Tahoma></FONT>
<DIV><FONT face=Tahoma>It had been two months since he had told Starfleet=
to
assign somebody else to the Chimera's Chief position, not wanting to hold it=
while he took his treatment, but he was still interested in returning in som=
e
other position, be it assitant engineer, or a different department. He was
looking forward to seeing all those faces that he had missed so
much.</FONT>
<DIV><FONT face=Tahoma></FONT>
<DIV><FONT face=Tahoma>He got to his appartment as it was going dark, and=
packed
up his things, planning to leave the next morning. He put the items of cloth=
ing
he owned into a large bag, and then put a couple of pads in. He sighed, ever=
y
moment he felt paranoid, not being able to see to one side. He sat down at h=
is
console, and sent the correspondence he had written to his mother and sister=
, he
didn't plan to see either before he left. He checked that the USS Somal=
i
was still set to travel from San Franscico the next morning, and then went t=
o
bed.</FONT></FONT></BODY>
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