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Zachery Prentiss
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SD:240403.05
Zachery finished up putting the brownies into containers and then
cleaned up his kitchen, leaving it spotless as he always did. He
picked up his tie and draped it around his neck loosely, the tossed his
coat over his shoulder and left.
The happy tune he normally whistled while walking the corridors was
gone, replaced by a sad mournful one he dared not let escape his lips.
These people around, most of them still strangers, would not
understand.
Entering his quarters he hung up his suit and tossed the rest of his
clothing in the cleaner, and readied himself for bed. The day had
definitely not turned out the way he had hoped.
Stretching out on the bed he closed his eyes with a sigh and then spoke
quietly. "Compter, record personal log of Zachery Prentiss Stardate
240403.05."
The computer gave its normal soft bleep, indicating it had received the
command and started the recording. Zachery spoke, telling his feelings
to the only one available. A cold, heartless machine, who would
neither judge or comfort him.
"Today was one of those days you wish you could start over again and
have it end differently. At least it was for me." He sighed, and
contunued.
"My first date since Eveline passed away turned into something out of
an old gangster movie or something. Maybe that was fitting since we
met in the holodeck in a 1920's speak easy?"
"I wore a pin-striped suit, and she wore a dress that made her look
like...well, like a godess. At least to me." He blushed slightly as
he said that, pausing a moment, before he spoke once more.
"It went fine at first. We ordered drink, and sat together, quietly
talking. Savant was there, and Somansky...he ws serving drinks. There
was a band, playing some old jazz tunes. They weren't bad."
"I was starting to ask questions. You know, just to get to know her
better. Likes, dislikes. You know the type." He shook his head
sadly.
"Then, things went sour. That guy she was involved with before...what
was his name? Gibson? Yeah, I think that's it." There was another
pause...
"Anyway, he entered the holodeck and started yelling at Maiko. It
seems Savant found a way to get her revenge for what Maiko did. I
can't say that I blame her in a way but... she may have just destroyed
any chance I might have had with her."
He rubbed a hand over his face. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just being
selfish? I had many wonderful years with Eveline, years I wouldn't
trade for anything. Maybe I should be content with that. I'm 385
years old. I should know better, and yet...I am still just a man."
"We'll have homemade brownies in 7th Heaven for a while anyway, so I
guess something good came of it. The rest remains to be seen. It does
make me wonder if Savant even realizes how much this affects me though.
Her wanting revenge denotes that she has feelings though, so somehow I
think she must. Maybe she just doesn't care. I don't know. It's hard
to think right now anyway. I'll have to leave it for tomorrow. It's
time to get some sleep."
"Computer, end recording personal log." he said quietly, rolling over
as another soft bleep sounded. It had been a long day and he was
weary. In more then one way. He pulled the blanket over himself and
fell asleep.
=========End Log========
PO1 Zachery Prentiss
Command Yoeman
USS Coronado
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