The Annoying Journal

[Phier]

Annoying Journal Entry Day 1:

So Dr. Andrews thinks I am suffering from a case of isolation depression and that I should do a daily journal as some sort of therapy. Oh goody. Saying 'should' is too weak I word, I was ordered to and here I am. Blah blah blah blah. I'm suppose to be writing down anything that I want to observe about the day, anything that makes me happy or sad or woopy do da. You know what doctor? Up yours.

Annoying Journal Entry Day 3:

Well apparently my activities are worthy of monitoring by the great Dr. Andrews who said I never logged onto my terminal yesterday. I was busy doctor, god damn it. You are probably reading this you bastard, so please get spaced. Journals are for women and old leches in school who want to read how many times their students fire the Titan a day. So here I am writing, about my day, what a great day it was, monitor shield flux, flux normal sir, monitor shield flux, flux normal sir, monitor shield flux, flux normal sir. Oh whats for dinner? Oh great rehydrated meat sticks, my favorite! Goody, I hear soon they will come with flavor.

Day 4:

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Day 7:

“For your privacy, we do not read the entries, but we do have algorithms to make sure they are completed properly, failure to comply will result in a notation on your file and possible charges.”

Up yours doctor. Bastard is reading this I'm sure but screw him. Ok fine my day. This has been my day. Monitor shield flux, shield flux normal sir, etc etc. Oh and ANOTHER DAMN MEETING about the P that decided to commit suicide last week and fuzz out our screens for a second. How many times do we need to go over it. Xenon P approaches from 1322, 132 gate, Xenon P accelerates into a parallel course, Xenon P rotates 25 degrees, Xenon P explodes despite still having 10% shields, screens stutter, Xenon P in pieces. It was malfunctioning, machines tend to do that, get over it. I was just on the shields, nothing happened. Talk to the boys who did the wire shielding, my end held up fine, in fact it was 'Shield flux normal sir', not even a blip.

Day 8:

Hey lunch didn't suck today, so thats a start. I should be all better in no time. Damn I'm bored, bored bored bored, so damn bored, I'm as bored as a Teladi at a charity event. See I made a funny, I'm getting better doc, I swear. Well lets talk about today besides the lunch not sucking. The shield flux was oddly... get this.... normal! Nothing happened, the Q everyone is talking behind the gate still didn't show up, no one talked to me outside of when they had to, and I'm back here doing my damn journal after a shift of nothing happening. The Redshirts still won't tell us why we are sitting in the middle of no where, why the Odin was here, why it left, or what we are waiting for. Oh and the shield flux is normal.

Day 9:

Dr. Andrews congratulated me for keeping up with my journal, thats special. He also suggested I log onto the TN or sensenet and just talk to people. The good doctor looked up my logs and said I haven't been on in three months, well no kidding doctor, I got no one to talk to! Doc do you know the last time I got laid? Is that in your logs? Well I sure as hell don't. Thirty years ago this wouldn't have been a problem, the navy was run by men and knew that men needed 'shore' leave, I've done my reading doc, its been this way since the first guys got on a boat for more than a week. Then they decided that with the 'integrated' navy it wouldn't be needed, you can get your loving on board and heaven forbid you mention it to the female Brass as a 'need'. Well doc guess what, none of them seem to want to link up with me, and its not for lack of effort. I got an idea doc get me a woman and I won't be isolation depressed.

Day 10:

Hey shocker of shockers dinner didn't suck. They joy of a new supply ship jumping in. I figure we have 3 good meals before its back to the crap, but thats three of something at least. So anyways shield flux normal blah blah. Ok so what did I do interesting today? I did my mandatory work outs, not interesting, I saw the news feeds from back home, too interesting, and I logged on to the TN for the first time in three months, not interesting. About that TN: I could join a talk about Boron mating rituals, great I'm still trying to work out my own thanks. I could join a land of make believe where we are all 22nd century soldiers in the cyborg war, which would be great, if we were not in a REAL DAMN WAR. I could pretend to have sex with pretend people who are mostly likely guys, which would be great if I were a freak.

Tomorrow we do inventory, great. At least no more damn shields.

Day 13:

I had the joy of inventory which at least meant I got two days where I didn't have to do this damn journal. Did you know doc how many silkworms and mosquitoes we have? I do, twice. Lets see what else. Nothing. Oh I did get a message on the TN thats flashing. Since I don't owe anyone money I think I'll see what it is.

Ok now THAT was unexpected. Apparently someone I was doing inventory decided she wanted to get to know me better. There were a number of women there but none payed much attention to me, as usual. This could be interesting but I'm not getting my hopes up, maybe shes the cute one with the red hair. She wants to chat tomorrow and even gave me a sensenet location. If this is a set up I'm going to be using my sidearm on someone.

Day 14:

Wow, I think it was the red head, god I love red heads. She wouldn't tell me her name, just a sensenet logon of Dearbhail, but wow. She said she was too shy to talk to me and just felt more confident in the net. I can understand that, thats how I met my last girlfriend. Her language was a bit odd but shes from Ringo Moon, so its understandable. She must work in engineering too, as she talked and talked about shield flux, hull strength, plating density, on and on. I think she was just trying to break the ice so I listened, she was off on a few things, so she must be new. I tried not to sound authoritative, just trying to give her some help. I asked what she did when not on duty and she told me not much, I assume thats her way of saying shes not seeing anyone, I hope.

Day 15:

ITS THE RED HEAD! I asked if she had red hair and she said yes. She was still talking about work a lot but I got her to talk about some personal stuff. She has no friends here, shes not seeing anyone, and she wants to get to know me better. I think shes really shy, I asked about getting together at some point and she logged off for a second, came back and said she wanted to take it slow. Hell its worth it.

Day 16:

I actually had to work today. The main computer had some glitch causing a massive slow down, and the failsafes on the shield were not responsive enough to keep the steady. I had to do it manually for twenty minutes before finally the automatics came back on line. Officially the Redshirts said its been taking care of, but unofficially it seems no one knows for sure. If that Q had jumped in, we might have been screwed, so they better find it out quick, I'm in no mood to die right now. Dearbhail hasn't been on today, I looked over lunch and still no sign of her. I'm actually starting to like this little journal thing, maybe doc isn't so dumb.

Day 17:

Up all night and no Dearbhail, I wonder if shes sick. Luckily it was a day of 'shield flux normal' over and over so at least I didn't have to be mentally awake. I wonder whats wrong with her, I hope this wasn't some joke or some crap like that, I can't take it at this point. Damn damn damn, damn. If it is I'm going to kill whoever did this.

Day 18:

I spent all day pissed and got reprimanded for snapping at a superior officer, special. I still haven't heard from Derbhail and I'm starting to think this was a hoax or something, or maybe I pissed her off, who knows but this sucks. Things finally start to look up and then I get crapped on again, my tour is over in six months, I got nothing else to do but I'm getting out of the Navy, I can't take this.

Day 19:

Derbhail was back on the sensenet last night. She said something about being offline which was rather obvious but now wants to meet me right away! She said she would be the axillary terminal tube in engineering. Its officially off limits but no one really pays much attention, I even saw the deck chief go in there with his toyboy.


Day 20:

Ok this is odd just odd, I don't get it. I got into the axillary terminal area unobserved and it was empty as it should be, and there was her sensenet log on waiting for me. I was suppose to meet her not play meeting. She said she wanted to show me something but she didn't trust the senesenet to be really private. We all feel that way but just sort of forget about it, but I thought she wanted to show me something 'special' so I was game. She said she had a show for me, and I thought I knew what she meant. She sent me a small file saying it was a simple encryption key, she would send her 'show' to me encrypted, as long as I ran that file I'd be able to see it. So I ran it and she logged out. Nothing happened. What sort of screwed up game is this?

Day 21:

No sign of her, nothing, I can't find her if I search her name, it comes back unknown, why does this happen to me? Shes obviously flaky but this isn't fair, damn it.

End of retrieved personal log from the wreckage of the Titan New Bristol, destroyed by Xenon Q on 2-9-2936 after complete shield failure with loss of all hands. The court found the Captain, James Greyson, not at fault for the loss of the New Bristol. The court also recommended the imitate suspension of all sensenet and TN on ships rated M6, M7, M2, M1, and M0 until the Xenon Task Force gives clearance. This document is classified A-2 and it is not to be shared or discussed outside of briefings ranking A-2 or higher.

[cj-spartacus]

Just another reason why we need to be careful when opening our mail

Nice story