02-26-2026, 05:37 AM
Cadet Deters sat in the Academy garden, staring at a stunning blue butterfly. Before he'd been frozen, this species was in danger of extinction, you'd never see them in the bay area. It felt like an auspicious omen heading into final examinations, not that he believed in those silly superstitions. The past 10 years had been a rude awakening that science and tech look just like magic and miracles if you don't understand science and tech.
I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be, I guess. I had better start making my way towards my assigned holodeck.
The cadet glanced at his watch. 09:59. He was going to be tardy if he didn't sprint the fastest he'd sprinted in over 350 years. He grabbed his tricorder and tablet and made a beeline for the examination room, nearly trampling a pair of Vulcan first year cadets as he rounded a corner with the momentum of a baby hippopotamus. He gave a brief bow of apology and attempted to apologize, but his contrition came out as a barely audible grunt. Making friends here at the academy had been difficult, as he was much older than his fellow cadets in more ways than one, but also found a huge cultural divide from growing up in a time before FTL travel. Maybe he would find companionship out among the stars. Even if he didn't, he would be out among the stars.
He continued his sprint towards destiny. The holodeck was in sight. The lactic acid was starting to build up in his thigh muscles. He burst through the door at 10:00:01, blowing right past the acting dean, almost tripping over himself as he attempted to stop his momentum and face , all in one un-fluid and clumsy motion, the woman who would decide whether he would go on to become a medical officer on a starship, taking the journey everyone he had ever known in a past life would be in awe of, or if he would remain here in San Francisco, and maybe go back into pediatrics. Slightly but noticeably winded, he stood at attention.
"Medical Cadet Brycen Deters, reporting for examinations".
Oh boy, the Acting Dean is going to be assessing me. Everyone says she's the toughest. But then again, maybe everyone was just messing with me. I'm pretty gullible after all. Oh well, all one can do is one's best. I hope it's a written exam. I always do well on those.
I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be, I guess. I had better start making my way towards my assigned holodeck.
The cadet glanced at his watch. 09:59. He was going to be tardy if he didn't sprint the fastest he'd sprinted in over 350 years. He grabbed his tricorder and tablet and made a beeline for the examination room, nearly trampling a pair of Vulcan first year cadets as he rounded a corner with the momentum of a baby hippopotamus. He gave a brief bow of apology and attempted to apologize, but his contrition came out as a barely audible grunt. Making friends here at the academy had been difficult, as he was much older than his fellow cadets in more ways than one, but also found a huge cultural divide from growing up in a time before FTL travel. Maybe he would find companionship out among the stars. Even if he didn't, he would be out among the stars.
He continued his sprint towards destiny. The holodeck was in sight. The lactic acid was starting to build up in his thigh muscles. He burst through the door at 10:00:01, blowing right past the acting dean, almost tripping over himself as he attempted to stop his momentum and face , all in one un-fluid and clumsy motion, the woman who would decide whether he would go on to become a medical officer on a starship, taking the journey everyone he had ever known in a past life would be in awe of, or if he would remain here in San Francisco, and maybe go back into pediatrics. Slightly but noticeably winded, he stood at attention.
"Medical Cadet Brycen Deters, reporting for examinations".
Oh boy, the Acting Dean is going to be assessing me. Everyone says she's the toughest. But then again, maybe everyone was just messing with me. I'm pretty gullible after all. Oh well, all one can do is one's best. I hope it's a written exam. I always do well on those.