Genius… means little more than the faculty of perceiving in an unhabitual way.
William James
Captain’s Log
Stardate: 0118.07
We are still situated in the Tucson Sector of the Arizona Quadrant. Crew morale is low. We must get on with our mission or I fear I might have a mutiny on my hands.
First Class Navigator Stitch has been mimicking Commander Lucky’s every move. This so irritated Cmdr. Lucky that she decided to teach him a lesson. Being a consummate acrobate, Cmdr. Lucky waited until Lt. Stitch was observing her and then proceeded to reprise the low gravity routine she had used to win a gold medal in the 05 Galactic Olympics. (An arial double twist with an inverted worm hole negative G backflip followed by a warp 5 sommersault to pluto and back with a triple Pirouette dismount). After Cmdr. Lucky finished her routine she left the holo-deck; went back to her quarters; turned on the inter-ship viewer and dialed in the holo-deck. True to his current form, Lt. Stitch was trying to mimic her every move. The end result is that Lt. Stitch pulled two of his four hamstrings and bloodied his nose. I later called him to my quarters and counseled him not to be such a copycat and to find something that he could do that would give him a sense of his own identity.
Later that evening as I entered the mess deck I realized that my words of encouragement had been in vain. He had only listened to half of what I had said and had misunderstood even that.
Lt. Stitch AKA Coffee Cat.
Fry Out. We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Oscar Wilde
