Personal Log - Stardate 43479.22

Posted on 25 Jun 2023 @ 9:57am by Ensign Lacera Felarx

I really don't know where to start today. A species powerful enough to whisk our consciousness to who knows where. If only they had chosen the form of Professor Simmons, I might have asked the question that was burning a hole in my head like I was back in his ethics class. How do you play games with lives on a scale like the Nollites for a damned test and have the gall to act so morally superior? They absolutely had the power to intervene and choose to watch and take notes on how we did? That's flat out offensive.

*Audible sigh* And that reaction, Lacera, is why you didn't go the diplomacy route. At least I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut before causing a breakdown in communications, or worse, before saying something that inadvertently got someone hurt.

At any rate, I'm also bothered by the environment and our appearance there, wherever "there" actually was. I kind of understand using the Academy as a metaphor and a place we all has common memories of. But our appearances. There must have been some meaning there. Different years. My fourth. Lieutenant th'Vovass's second. Tilia's first. All different initial reactions. The lieutenant meeting someone that sounded like a fond memory. Tilia called it her worst year if I recall. And then there's my graduation. *Untranslated Andorian curse* None of that lines up…unless it's just our strongest memories of that time? It might not be important in the long run, but still, this one is going to bug me. I'll see if Tilia is up to talk about it. I'd like to compare notes. And maybe I'll avoid using the Academy track program in the future when we're running.

Computer, end log.