Post by Fiona McFly on Apr 12, 2020 22:54:09 GMT
~Chapter III~
“REQUIEM, PART 1”
6 December 2019 + 1030 GMT
~Day 1~
”Please enter program…”
On deck two of the USS Fredericksburg, Fiona McFly stood before a pair of silver hatches which were labeled as “HOLODECK 1.” She was confronted by a dimly-lit touchscreen computer console on the left-hand side; she pressed a small green button on the side, activating a microphone underneath the panel.
FIONA MCFLY:
Got any exercise programmes?
“Affirmative. Please choose between physical or mental exercise. Physical exercise programs are meant to test the body. Mental exercise programs are designed to test the mind--”
FIONA:
Just list them on the screen for me. Pleeeeease…?!
She watched as the program choices appeared on a touch-panel to the left of the giant silver hatches. Deep down, whilst Fiona was impressed with the advances in technology from her own time to the 25th century, one of the things she didn’t like was a computer that talked back to her. It often made her feel as if she was an old woman who was going blind.
Fiona perused through the many options that were available to her until one in particular caught her eye.
FIONA:
“Requiem -- A Holo-Novel by D.D. McFly.”
Debbie...Fiona whispered to herself, recognising the ship captain’s first two initials.
FIONA:
Let’s try that one. My mind needs a good exam…
The ship’s computer beeped before a dialog box appeared on the screen...
”Caution...this program may contain moments of environmental fluctuation. Do you wish to proceed…?”
...and Fiona threw her hands up in exasperation. She didn’t want some piece of tech to dissuade her from trying something other than a physical exercise scenario.
FIONA:
Aye, you chattering pile of--
”Program complete. Enter when ready…”
The hatches opened up in front of Fiona, and she stepped inside the holodeck and looked around the area; the silver hatches disappeared behind her, as if like magic. She found herself in a very distinctive carpark that was eerily familiar, right down to the smallest, dustiest detail. Wow…she muttered as a Bill Withers tune played softly in the background.
”When I wake up in the morning, love
And the sunlight hurts my eyes
And something without warning, love
Bears heavy on my mind
Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day
... lovely day, lovely day, lovely day…”
The weather was nice and crisp, and a calendar hanging on the western wall indicated that it was sometime in mid-November, circa 2016 -- four years ago.
She stepped onto the neighbourhood street through the garage’s open doorway.
What she discovered blew her mind away -- she was back in her former neighbourhood in Arlington, Texas. Wolf Creek Drive...she spoke out in amazement as the community around her started thriving around her. Husbands and wives chattering about, children were squealing and playing outdoor games, and professional landscapers were working on shrubbery. It was, as it turned out, an idyllic scenario that represented what a traditional neighborhood ought to feel like.
Perhaps...it was a little too idyllic.
FIONA:
This can’t be real…
It wasn’t real. It was a holographic projection, a fictionalised representation of the place she called home.
Wolf Creek Drive, as Fiona remembered it, was often grimy, dirty, and crime-ridden. Yet the scene around her had left her marveled, stunned that Pamela could create something so incredibly well-detailed. The action around her ceased momentarily as Fiona observed a banana-yellow, 1970s-era Chevrolet Vega cruising on the down the road before pulling into the garage.
The old car’s driver stepped out, his broad figure casting a dark shadow that blotted out the sunlight.
“Good mornin’, stranger! God’s given us a lovely winter’s day, huh?!”
What the hell…Fiona pondered aloud as she raised her brows, her eyes widening in shock. The Texas-twangy sound in the man’s voice was unmistakable.
FIONA:
...Jack…?!
~TO BE CONTINUED~
“REQUIEM, PART 1”
6 December 2019 + 1030 GMT
~Day 1~
”Please enter program…”
On deck two of the USS Fredericksburg, Fiona McFly stood before a pair of silver hatches which were labeled as “HOLODECK 1.” She was confronted by a dimly-lit touchscreen computer console on the left-hand side; she pressed a small green button on the side, activating a microphone underneath the panel.
FIONA MCFLY:
Got any exercise programmes?
“Affirmative. Please choose between physical or mental exercise. Physical exercise programs are meant to test the body. Mental exercise programs are designed to test the mind--”
FIONA:
Just list them on the screen for me. Pleeeeease…?!
She watched as the program choices appeared on a touch-panel to the left of the giant silver hatches. Deep down, whilst Fiona was impressed with the advances in technology from her own time to the 25th century, one of the things she didn’t like was a computer that talked back to her. It often made her feel as if she was an old woman who was going blind.
Fiona perused through the many options that were available to her until one in particular caught her eye.
FIONA:
“Requiem -- A Holo-Novel by D.D. McFly.”
Debbie...Fiona whispered to herself, recognising the ship captain’s first two initials.
FIONA:
Let’s try that one. My mind needs a good exam…
The ship’s computer beeped before a dialog box appeared on the screen...
”Caution...this program may contain moments of environmental fluctuation. Do you wish to proceed…?”
...and Fiona threw her hands up in exasperation. She didn’t want some piece of tech to dissuade her from trying something other than a physical exercise scenario.
FIONA:
Aye, you chattering pile of--
”Program complete. Enter when ready…”
The hatches opened up in front of Fiona, and she stepped inside the holodeck and looked around the area; the silver hatches disappeared behind her, as if like magic. She found herself in a very distinctive carpark that was eerily familiar, right down to the smallest, dustiest detail. Wow…she muttered as a Bill Withers tune played softly in the background.
”When I wake up in the morning, love
And the sunlight hurts my eyes
And something without warning, love
Bears heavy on my mind
Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day
... lovely day, lovely day, lovely day…”
The weather was nice and crisp, and a calendar hanging on the western wall indicated that it was sometime in mid-November, circa 2016 -- four years ago.
She stepped onto the neighbourhood street through the garage’s open doorway.
What she discovered blew her mind away -- she was back in her former neighbourhood in Arlington, Texas. Wolf Creek Drive...she spoke out in amazement as the community around her started thriving around her. Husbands and wives chattering about, children were squealing and playing outdoor games, and professional landscapers were working on shrubbery. It was, as it turned out, an idyllic scenario that represented what a traditional neighborhood ought to feel like.
Perhaps...it was a little too idyllic.
FIONA:
This can’t be real…
It wasn’t real. It was a holographic projection, a fictionalised representation of the place she called home.
Wolf Creek Drive, as Fiona remembered it, was often grimy, dirty, and crime-ridden. Yet the scene around her had left her marveled, stunned that Pamela could create something so incredibly well-detailed. The action around her ceased momentarily as Fiona observed a banana-yellow, 1970s-era Chevrolet Vega cruising on the down the road before pulling into the garage.
The old car’s driver stepped out, his broad figure casting a dark shadow that blotted out the sunlight.
“Good mornin’, stranger! God’s given us a lovely winter’s day, huh?!”
What the hell…Fiona pondered aloud as she raised her brows, her eyes widening in shock. The Texas-twangy sound in the man’s voice was unmistakable.
FIONA:
...Jack…?!
~TO BE CONTINUED~
Well howdy there pardner.