Archives For January 2014

Hearing the shuttle hatch door closed, then hearing, looking at the attendant, whom is doing the rounds of safety instructions… surprising it was one of the shuttle crew, looking in the forward section it seems it’s one of the two pilots trying to spell out the instructions in the most common languages, thinking and looking at him it’s normally it’s a hologram as I heard.. Otherwise thinking that this flight is sort of running late…. Looking around then strapping on the shuttle’s seat belt… then later soon seeing my view of the Paris rose thought the window… getting higher.. Higher until seeing the building roof tops… this is it. My long shore leave…. Then looking in the distance….looking in an urban street, a building with a white grey Edwardian Parisian roof top….  For once I’m leaving my city of work…  Then that feeling, the shuttle’s engines vibration humming smoother, as it gets to a higher altitude with a slight ease of my comfy seat pushing my back in….  Looking as the morning lighted glow Paris gets smaller…

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Looking out of the window seeing the beautiful timeless streets, buildings of Paris, looking out at the place where I worked for many years without taking a break or shore leave as they say.   Sitting comfortably in the seat, comfy, then trying to catch up on the socials on my Jacket sleeve display, then  having later, switching the social screens off having a moment time by myself looking out the window again, waiting for the other passengers to be seated.

This time I’m taking a civilian shuttle seeming strange as mind keeps telling me, trying to compare the in between mod cons.  Hard to believe that I’m not taking my usual flight routines ones that I used take regularly and the vehicle of choice….  Sitting comfortably, on comfy window chair seat.  Looking back at the Parisian landscape looking at the very near distance of where I worked, seeming lots of out and in goings of shuttles wondering what’s is happening over there, thinking they’ve got it under controlled .….. Panning my view, looking in the distance of the beautiful Eiffel Tower in which was only structurally restorated soundly… only few years ago, it’s even stronger now with a fresh coat of nano paint.  Looking in the distance, looking how the sun risen over in the morning casing a dark Eiffel tower silhouette in my view of the window….

Looking around seeming there’s more passengers been seated now, plus the cabin temperature has gotten slightly warmer, as I unzip my jacket…and rolled up my jacket sleeves only a quarter up a preparing on a seeming, pretty short trip, looking around to the front of the shuttle, seeming looks like that the cockpit has been closed off, unlike the shuttles that I used to fly…. but looking at the forwarding seat in front of me.. Seeing the display…  seeming that there’s a few more stopovers before heading back home in Nashville…

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Walking out the turbo lift, folding back my black Hipster rectangular glasses by into my jacket pocket… Then looking at the Holo hall Technicians.. Then signing on my Id . . . . Then dually double signing on again…  Just to reconfirm that this class final year exam is about to begin. Looking around just to see if Simon might pop up, with a surprise unauthorised transport knowing him he’ll do that … Nup…  no transporter materialization glow, or the blue soft humming energy to matter noise either.. . Sighing with a thought saying “Coming on chap, where are you..? You already letting your class down the same class that also teach also.. Also me to… you owe it to them “

Picking up the examination padd, looking what lies ahead.. Reading the examination notes… Checking what’s what… needs to be done and assess..  Looking around for one more time… Before I grade the class extremely hard…” after this I’m checking an old building in Santa Monica.

Besides that… walking into the hall seeing, the Holo deck starting to light up with the examination simulations…  my thoughts “Their final exam,  they Darn, I Hopeful that they graduate with flying colours… “Looking around seeing the faces of dozen cadets.. In the simulated Starships shuttle bay… Looking around… they may have the upper advantage that I did… Looking around it’s the Galaxy class variant retrofit… Cool…  unlike mine smaller a science Nova class… and looking around they’re going to have the upper hand… I hope…! Also this is my last class before go on a long shore leave..  But this dozen of cadets first …

Until that Holo Deck arch door open… My thoughts were jumping.. My head turn… In hoping also my thoughts saying… “About time… Simon… where have you…!” looking at the arch door… it wasn’t Simon… Disappointed… It was another cadet… Who have to make up for a previous exam…? After reading the Padds instruction that she gave me… then telling her to meet up with the dozen… now plus one…Thirteen…  Cool… Sounds like a lucky number think this is also going to be my one too…Thirteen…!

Thirteen…..

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Making my way into one of the buildings in the Academy, thinking that can’t believe that Simon has been ditching me …. What’s going on? He’s been doing that for the last few weeks…  What’s going on, seriously…?

Trying to hail him, several times, looking at the display of my jacket sleeve, class is about to start in a few minutes and running late. His communicator is still not active, looking around hailing his home, seeming it’s off the hook also… his shuttle…. Nup. Nothing is patching through…

Walking now into the many halls of the Academy… greeted by many cadets strolling down the corridors, halls smiling back… Wondering on the other side of my thoughts saying, where’s Simon where could he be… while looking at the display on my sleeve saying he’s nowhere to be found.. Another saying, saying it’s the final year for this class…

Putting on black frame hipsters glasses…. In which acts like a secondary display to my Jacket’s padd display unit.. Making my way to the turbo lift… and concentrating today’s last lesson for these folks…  and directed the lifts computer to one of the Holo training hall, where there’s going to be least a dozen cadets awaiting for that last examination of passing the grade in which.. Giving a long sighing saying where’s Simon..  Okay looks like I’m going to do this alone.. Without  a peer review from another instructor… that means marking and grading these cadets is going to be much harder…

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