dear_mun | On Trying to Write that Fic

[He's really surprised to see you, Tasha. Want to see a Klingon stop and stare, as if he's seeing a ghost? Well, now you are.]

Lieutenant!

"Worf!" She huffs and - Worf should remember that look. It's normally bestowed on Q. "Oh, God, don't tell me you're caught up in this, too!"

She's registering the pips on his color, the uniform difference, and the fact he's now obviously older than he she is. Tasha also knows though that temporal Affairs in the Federation can get very thorny vary quickly. It's best to stick to the immediate situation for right now.

Edited 2017-03-21 17:17 (UTC)

It sounds like it is a lot more fun reading and waiting for this fic than actually having to do the research and fieldwork. The Mun has been given many restrictions concerning this fics potential direction. Not to mention the Mun is alone while out-voiced and outclassed in a genre he has had no formal training in.
But what the heck? This is a magical place. The Mun should be able crap out miracles upon your every whim... right? So much for patience and empathy. I'm sure the Mun is stitching timelines, performing miracles and collecting mojo in the most timely fashion he can currently muster (despite running the emotional gambit and fairly naive of the community expectations).

The ancients taught that "Patience is a Virtue".

The definition of virtue
1:
a : conformity to a standard of right : morality
b : a particular moral excellence

2: virtues plural: an order of angels — see celestial hierarchy
3: a beneficial quality or power of a thing
4: manly strength or courage : valor
5: a commendable quality or trait : merit
6: a capacity to act : potency
7: chastity especially in a woman

The more that she dealt with advanced and independent AIs, the more she appreciated Data's imperfect sense of his own limits.

She sighed. "Not with this one. When I can see out it...it's like she's about to write or rewrite the history of the Federation." And the story has her as a focus...which is strange as hell to her. She never mattered. Her job did, but there were other qualified officers for that. It was the point of Starfleet training.

"The...being...I'm with has been working on...whatever this is...since she was -" Wesley's age...My age when I left Turkana... "A child. There's just been - I guess you would call them false starts." And other repairs? Other worlds? She guessed so, but it's - murky to see.

Repairing the damage to an entire universe? It's possible she supposed, but it was - as the old military phrasing went - above her pay grade.

"And...It's not as simple as granting my wishes. They aren't exactly my wishes." As far as I know, Tasha had to admit that much. "There's something else going on. I can't see what."

Then the AI launched into the definition of virtue, and that did not go over well. Tasha felt as if the newcomer took something she found warm and humorous and twisted it into a mockery and condescension. Her face contorted in anger.

"Patience is fine, but it has nothing to do 'manliness' or 'chastity!'" There's more objections on the top of her mind, but that was what her anger would let loose.

"Now, do you have anything useful to add?"

Hello Tasha!

Thank you for your reply and kinder insights. Send my regards to the Starfleet command. Isn't writing fun? William S. Burroughs dubbed language as "a virus"!

What do we call it? "Spellings and Cursives"?

I would remind you of patience.

I would also ask that you look at your very own words. Two missteps become apparent immediately. Plus a few reveals. Equaling: Statement Invalid. Void where prohibited.

And I quote,

1.) "Then the AI launched into the definition of virtue, and that did not go over well."

The A.I. felt fine with the definition. It seems Tasha did not go over well with the facts.

2.) "Tasha felt as if the newcomer took something she found warm and humorous and twisted it into a mockery and condescension."

Keyword: Felt

The feelings you have about the word "virtue" has little-to-no barring on its factual definition(s).

Virtue:
Middle English: from Old French vertu, from Latin virtus ‘valor, merit, moral perfection,’ from vir ‘man.’
Archaic:
virginity or chastity, especially of a woman.

A.) "Her face contorted in anger."

Quick to anger? I understand that no normal person could possibly retain every definition, of every word in the English language. But to get angry over single word and/or its definition? What happen to Sticks and Stones... and words can't hurt me? And it was a definition that was lacking on your part no less! No offense. Just case in point.

B.) "but that was what her anger would let loose."

The second mention of the word anger.
[Mun makes some imaginary notes in his imaginary journal]
Anger, in conjunction with "letting loose" suggests a pseudo-sexual tension, implying abuse and/or oppression. Questions of perpetuated violence, post traumatic stress and spiritual bankruptcy arise. Has the workplace become so hostile, so toxic, that a rudimentary conversation can immediately provoke such a response of anger in Tasha?

BTW-

Contrary to popular belief, said Starfleet Officer HAS ALWAYS MATTERED. Just as much as The Prime Directive matters. It wasn't until the forgotten Officer was found locked up and sleeping in the cargo hull that things became more apparent to the Deck. After Brass at the Federation had learned of this disrespectful and insidious violation, it became a regulatory necessity to purge the ranks of all offending leadership.

If put through a full detox and med-bay treatment, the Officer would be expected to make a mild to major recovery. Possibly even reclassed and reinstated into the ranks of the fleet. At this time the option still remains unclear.

Edited 2017-03-21 22:15 (UTC)

She was about to tell this computer thing what port to plug his "patience" into as it droned on.

"The definition you offered," she replied with all the warmth of liquid nitrogen, "Was, and still is, archaic and prejudicial - and don't lecture me on emotions."

Only one AI got that privilege.

As for the next bit about his other presumption, it doesn't come from my job! she bit back. Out loud, she growled defiantly. "You know nothing about me!"

The last bit gave her a chilling pause. "Purge? Of Starfleet?"

...do you want a hug? I dunno what your mun asked you but it was probably mean, and my Mom says it's best to ignore people like that. Oh, maybe if you ignore them, they'll go away. We can hide together and eat all the best human food, like peanut butter. And then things will be better.

[He's barely a child, so his logic is very simple. That said, he waddles over to Tasha without hesitation for the aforementioned hug. There there, Tasha.]

She immediately ducks down to his level with genuine concern. "Who are you? Are you lost?"

Lotads, as a species, are not very big. He can rise up onto his back legs, though, after having spent a lot of time trying to imitate his adoptive mother. He does so, since otherwise they can't really look at each other properly.

"My name is Nam-sun. I am lost, sort of. My Mom and I got separated here. She's human, like you, only Korean and she doesn't wear a uniform like you. Mommy adopted me after my Egg-Mother died so that's why I'm a Lotad and she isn't," he explained, knowing humans always gave his mother weird looks when she introduced him otherwise. "But she's really nice! And she taught me to be nice to people, so when I saw you were upset, I came over to help. I was already lost so it's not like I could get more lost by talking to you. What's your name?"

Children always make her smile. Even in the bleak days of the colony, her sister's antics were often the only source of cheer. At leastn until Ishara grew up enough to stop listening.

"My name is Tasha. I'm glad to meet you Nam-sun. Is there a way to help you find your family?"

On Trying to Write that Fic

Tasha!

Nice to see her bash brother!

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Mun's Laughing. Character isn't.

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