Diary of a holodeck janitor

[Ubiquitous]

An old buddy of mine by the name of Pascal had a joke he made back at
the academy. It went: "what do you call an officer candidate who gets
D-grades during social adjustment classes?" Then he'd grin and maybe
itch at that weird alien bump thing above his nose and say "sir."

I've been aboard the USS Enterprise, pride of the Federation, for nearly
a year. I write home periodically to tell my wife and parents about our
adventures on the limitless frontiers of space, but I have to admit, I
do a lot of embellishing. It's not that the Enterprise doesn't get into
all sorts of adventures, it's that about 90% of the time the big
diplomatic dealings and space battles involve me with a hot mop locked
inside holodeck five trying to figure out what came out of that goddamn
android and how to get it off of the tactile projector tiles.

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It is simply breathtaking to watch the glee and abandon with which
the liberal media and the Angry Left have been attempting to turn
our military victory in Iraq into a second Vietnam quagmire. Too bad
for them, it's failing.