#threshold day2

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Watch Prodigy, people! Coming on July 1st!

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Happy Threshold.2! And happy 2 days until Prodigy season 2! Let's celebrate with a silly little flash fic, inspired by the prompt "I've made a calculated error."

Jankom Pog CanNOT Fix It

"Jankom! Have you seen this?" Dal exclaimed, crashing through the door of their shared quarters so loudly that Jankom nearly fell out of his chair.

"WHAT?" exclaimed the irritated Tellarite. He was really trying to be on his most agreeable behavior, now that he was an actual Starfleet (warrent) officer… but Dal made it hard sometimes.

Dal waved a PADD in Jankom's face and offered only the sparcest of explanations: "This! How could they not tell us about this?? We could make it to Solum and back in no time!"

"Uh… Jankom has no idea what you are talking about," the engineer stammered unconvincingly. Of course he had learned about the spore drive in his engineering classes, but that technology had been declared unsafe and classified over a century ago. There was no way Dal could have just stumbled upon it on his own.

"Look," Dal insisted, finally holding the PADD still long enough for Jankom to read it.

"WARP TEN?!" Jankom yelped. OK, so not the spore drive then… at least that was a relief. "Warp ten is impossible," he declared, stubbornly crossing his arms over his chest.

"No, it isn't," Dal insisted. "Look, Admiral Janeway herself did it! I wonder why she doesn't just use it now?"

"The Voyager-A is not equipt to handle warp ten. But the original Voyager wasn't either… Hmmm," Jankom skimmed the rest of the article, scratching his head as he thought. "The shuttle modifications don't look all that complicated…"

"So you could do it? We could do it? Go warp ten, find Chakotay, get Gwyn, and be back in time for gamma shift?" Dal begged, his neck appendage swishing excitedly behind him.

"Maaaaybe…" Jankom said reluctantly, but that was all Dal needed to hear.

"Yes! I knew it! Let's go!" Dal exclaimed, already dragging Jankom towards the door.

His enthusiasm was contagious, and Jankom did love a challenge, so he brushed aside his doubts (like why wouldn't Admiral Janeway have just done this to begin with if it's so easy), and gleefully followed Dal to the shuttle bay. 🔟 🦎🦎🦎 🔟

The EMH closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. Holograms don't get headaches, but he had spent enough time with Kathryn Janeway to know when one might be appropriate.

"Let me guess, warp ten?" he asked dryly.

Dal and Jankom Pog sat on biobeds in front of him, nodding miserably.

The change was subtle on Jankom, the all-too-familiar slimy scales largely camoflaged by the Tellarite's thick hide. He probably could have concealed it a bit longer if not for the fact that he was struggling to breathe the ship's air.

Dal, on the other hand, had not only begun to sprout scales and lose the ability to breathe, but the various contributions to his DNA seemed to be evolving at different rates which caused body parts to bulge and change at random. It must have been terribly uncomfortable, and the EMH might even have felt sorry for him if not for the fact that it was the boy's own fault.

"You are very lucky to have me on board. I am the only doctor in the entire fleet who knows how to reverse this, you know," the EMH bragged. He probably could have continued on for quite a while, tooting his own horn, if not for the newest arrival to sickbay.

"Doctor, just get on with it. You can tell them about your endless accomplishments later," Admiral Janeway ordered sternly, adding under her breath, "It can be a part of their punishment."

The EMH busied himself preparing the appropriate treatments while the Admiral marched over to the boys, a stern look plastered on her face. The boys cowered as she laid into them about responsibilities and regulations and punishments.

When she was done, she stood back, put her hands on her hips, and looked them over with a discerning eye. Her voice was gentler when she spoke again, and her eyes glinted with mischief. "Impressive work, boys. Don't do it again. You're just lucky we found you before you finished evolving." She leaned in conspiratorially and added, "I can tell you from experience, being a salamander ain't all it's cracked up to be."

With that, the Admiral turned on her heel and left the boys to the mercies of the EMH.

Dal appeared more confused than ever, but Jankom suddenly remembered something the Admiral had said long ago, when her consciousness was in Dal's body and he shouted, "WHAT?! JANKOM THOUGHT THAT WAS A JOKE!"

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Candor of 2019

WED 01/02/2019

8:66PM  |  MKZ

DAY1, TUE 01/01/2019

Good day. I woke up to work meetings that I forgot to cancel and did not exactly care to login in and do the diligent thing. My mobile had a startling but not exactly a surprise message. MG’s inquisition if we were strictly friends or could there be something more. I have settled this once and for all. We are friends only, and those were my only intentions when going into the relationship. I like to keep my private life fairly private and in this scope that it was just my personal life being asked from very few close friends inquiring details (news) of me seem to irk me, how could I ever handle paparazzi should the day ever come? That is future Mali’s problem. 

He is absolutely wonderful, just not for me. Nor am I attracted to him. And he is so kind and sweet like a puppy. And people have asked me if I was a dog or cat person... 

That was candor#1. Boop. 

Good evening. I don���t recall how the message initiated but I was talking to LN also on FBM, and it was nearly spill-the-heart-frank. Given my morning frankness, I was on a roll. Except he is no delicate creature, so it was easier to be blunt. And truly, he has never made me feel uncomfortable in any way. We messaged for hours, 4 or 6? 

That’s just the thing, I can connect with people so easily. And enjoy their presence. Yet but absolutely no romantic feelings for them. Sometimes I wonder if I am incapable of love, yet I know what I would do for my King whenever the day comes. In sum, it was clarified it was one-sided, and I had always seen it with platonic lights. And that he would introduce me to his film community, which I didn’t know how connected he was. I connect with him intellectually. 

Candor#2 done. And I wasn’t that sleepy. Mostly because I slept so much already. And I am so madly obsessed with Andy Samberg. Guh. 

I also reinstalled CMB and start liking and matching with people. I even gave hope to a new species: Asians and Caucasians.  

DAY2, WED 01/02/2019

Health. I was headed to work, anxious about what my doctor appointment would reveal. Thankfully: 1. my cellular change being negative is a good sign, just that we have to monitor the virus to see if it eventually will go away, on its own which does happen, otherwise it can be treatable too, and 2. I don’t have carpel tunnel since I didn’t feel pain in most of my motor tests, it’s wrist tendonitis. I will need to wear a wrist brace for 2-3 weeks to see if it goes away. It usually does with time. 

Planning day. Good lord, thankfully I finished it quickly, though later than I wanted since I knew I had time with it. Then ME asked to get a peak lesson learned. Naturally. Also naturally, I am repulsed to provide it.  

Cupid. Le sigh. Here is the kicker. One of the guys messaged me this afternoon and I responded to him after work. I was wondering why he felt so familiar. Naturally, I thought I may have came across him at work. And instinctively I looked him up on LI to get his full name and confirm our professional network. Then checked his FB (he seemed to have gained some weight), and one particular photo caught my eye and I panicked so much I froze. I think he dated SN. I messaged JD to confirm. ‘We are both objects.’ What a funny concept. And he seemed to be a little aggressive and degrading on text. Just a slight. Enough for me to sense it.

Let’s talk about the red flags: . Works at the same company, and high level (granted he is 39) . Has a kid . Dated or went on a date with a friend that I no longer talk to

He asked to get lunch or HH. Am I going to test my threshold? 

Boop, M