Lt. Cmdr Stros - Fear of the Future
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((Intergalactic Museum of Toilets, Dangan Prime, Alpha Isles))
Semara: Lieutenant Junior Grade Amelia Semara. Pleasure to meet you. ::Rising with a smile.:: But enough a’ that. I bet there’s somethin’ even weirder either in this museum or the next one. Wanna help me find it?
Weird was a subjective term. And Stros liked it. With a smile, he nodded again at the Lieutenant.
Stros: I would be delighted.
There was a chuckle from the side from Ensign Matthews. Stros, of course gestured towards the young man with another smile.
Stros: If my friend Ensign Matthews here may accompany us.
Semara: ::A faux gasp:: You’ve been makin’ friends with the senior officers without me? The nerve! ::A growing grin::
Matthews: It’s just that I’m so lovable, I can’t help it. ::Richard grinned:: Would you tell a bee not to make honey? A wolf does not call to the moon…a…I’m blanking on a Betazoid animal. My metaphor is crumbling around me like a house of cards.
The tour group moved on to the next toilet exhibit, leaving behind the gem encrusted mystery and bringing them to a new mystery and set of possibly unanswerable questions. The next toilet appeared to be made out of metal with a large tank on the back and a very shallow and narrow bowl.
Stros: Would this count as ‘weirder’?
Semara: ::A snort:: I ain’t sure I’d wanna see myself in the metal on my landin’ approach, y’know?
It was a fair point. Certainly not a flattering angle for Stros. But for some… He shook his head slightly, trying not to think further into the spiral.
Matthews: ::Head tilted in confusion:: Which way are you supposed to sit?
Stros: It makes one wonder what kind of ‘hardware’ one much have to use such an…interesting commode.
Stros matched the head tilting that the others were doing, trying to grasp exactly how one might use the strange device. Lieutenant Semara, however, was taking things to the next level of investigation as she made mock attempts to position herself on the throne.
Semara: Do you think you’re supposed to… ::Motioning in the air as if imagining a few ways to situate one’s self:: No, that ain’t it. ::Turning herself around and backing up closer:: Ain’t that either… ::Turning back around then inspecting closer:: Ooooh! Look. There’s little markin’s on the inside. ::brightening:: Maybe it’s like some kind’a contest or challenge.
Matthews: Like…the water gun game at the carnival?
Urinating for distance was the first thing that came to Stros’ mind. Or…other things at distance. The thought was rather troubling.
Stros: I believe this is a mystery best left unsolved.
Nevermind the plague that stated exactly what it was and how it was used that sat directly in front of the toilet. It went unread as the group began to move again.
Semara: Guys-guys-guys! ::Beckoning with a fluttering hand:: Look what I found!
Moving towards the rather excited woman, Stros looked over the cylinder she was standing by.
Matthews: What do your elf eyes see?
oO Elf eyes? Oo Stros was unsure of the reference, but was fairly sure he knew what it was they were now looking at.
Semara: I thought this thing was a myth! ::Beat:: I bet it would feel so weird! ::Suddenly thoughtful:: But it does make you wonder - how much a’ what’s inside you is “you”?
The use of transporters for waste disposal wasn’t a new idea. In fact, through much study and research, it had been discovered that it was possible to remove waste via the pattern buffers during the transportation process of the entire individual. But the question Lieutenant Semara posed had yet to be answered. With so many particles being moved during transport, it was completely plausible that some could get mixed in the process. One of the reasons Stros hated transporters.
Matthews: ::Reading the info plague:: Wait, from right out of you? Not like, you go in a uniformed issued…um…undergarment for adults and have it beamed away then?
Stros: It was an experimental project that showed promise…until mass production was attempted.
Matthews: I’m already imagining terrible ways to utilize teleporting the innards of a person. I wonder why we haven’t seen this weaponized. Everyone is always trying to weaponize things after all.
It was very probably some footnote in a treaty signed many years ago. But who really knew?
Stros: Remind me to avoid an angry Ensign Matthews and transporters.
Semara: Response
Matthews: Okay honestly I’m curious now to see the advances in toilets before and after a species became warp capable. We saw advances in so many things. Where’s museum brochure?
Looking after the tour group that continued to advance, Stros shrugged.
Stros: Perhaps your curiosities will be satisfied as we continue the tour. ::Craning his neck:: It appears the next one may be of particular interest.
A sign above the door to the next section simply read: Waste Management of the Future!
Semara/Matthews: Response
Stros: If matter reclamation is not longer the management style of the future, I believe I am afraid of what may come.
Semara/Matthews: Response
As they followed the tour group into the next room, the first exhibit was a large basin with what appeared to be a tall cone sitting in the center.
Stros: ::Looking at the object:: I believe fear is the appropriate reaction to…whatever that is.
Semara/Matthews: Response
TAGS/TBC…
Lieutenant Commander Stros
Tactical Officer
USS Khitomer
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