. . . Recreation room. . .
. . . 2266. . Enterprise . . . One day later . . Deck 3. . .
I learned I recently was recently assigned last week to the Enterprise. The crew of the Enterprise were rather friendly. It took me a day to find my way around reading the map. I landed in the recreation room, or more like, walked into the room really. Off-duty hours. There were two square holes in the wall that had yellow glass outlined by a light gray film of metal that had a handle to the side. There were several tables in the room. Spock was in a chair strumming what appeared to be a guitar or . . . a banjo? Spock was pretty good at it.
I spotted a woman in a red uniform at a table, alone.
I am not much of a man who has a thing out for women such as take them out or flirt.
But I did need a friend.
I came to the table then sat down into a chair.
"Hello," I said. "My name is Christopher Wallis."
In fact, that is the name I still have in this world.
She had blonde hair that was up in a big bun, her lips were rosy red, and she had what seemed to be a item strapped along her shoulder that appeared to be a machine. A shoulder strap purse. How savvy. Across from my left elbrow was a old computer screen latched onto the table. There were three levels of the chess board (which was latched on a red plate) that had six glass plates covered in red and black circular chess pieces. It was different from the one level form of chess I was familiar to.
My friend Charlie Evans was the pro at chess.
I am terrible at it.
"You are the new guy, my name is Robin Nursethenitics." Robin said.
"Really?" I asked.
"No, it is Robin Nurseia." Robin said, sarcastically.
I raised a eyebrow catching that trace of sarcasm.
"Sarcasm is your strong suit, I see." I said.
"You got me." Robin said, leaning back in the chair.
"What's your occupation?" I asked.
"Yeoman," Robin said. Her right eyebrow twitched. "Yours?"
I slid forward the red circular item on the second level.
"Security," I said. "Used to be a PI."
"Pi. . " Robin said. "It has been centuries since they were used."
"Well. . " I said, caught apparently. "I pretended to be one in a movie, you see."
'Which one?" Robin asked.
"One that is so terrible it is not allowed to be seen," I said. "Silly plot." I leaned back folding my arms. "And you were lying about being a yeomen." I cocked up a brow. "What are you really?"
"Marine Biologist," Robin said. I lowered my eyebrow. "I believe there is a civilization in the universe that lives under the water in a place similar to Atlantis."
I eyed at Robin.
"Wow," I said. "'That is interesting. You are really devoted to what is under the water."
"There is even underwater forensics." Robin said.
Yep, that is true in my reality.
"Twice the interest," I said. "What is it like searching under water?"
"Fascinating, really," Robin said. "Searching under the murk and the discarded trash . . ." I actually discovered then I was quite interested in hearing stories that involved hands on experience and digging through the murk. I shared some of my own experiences discovering old items by accident using my feet. "What about you? What made you so interested in security?"
I had a short laugh unfolding my arms.
"Protecting people," I said. "Some people recommended to me that I put my skills to use."
I had looked up files regarding my past.
In a mirror, I can see myself: dirty blonde hair, sharp chin, small nose, small birthmark in the shape of a triangle on the left cheek, brown eyes, and thin eyebrows. I had this square jaw since I was a child but that sharp chin didn't go anywhere. To everyone I looked like me. Which was a real relief, really, it turned out that whatever I said about my past (which was a lie) turned out to have happened.
Someone was ever so curiously making every lie I was making turn out to be true.
"Really?" Robin asked.
"I was in Boy Scouts," I said. This is a true story. "The Boy Scout leader lost one of his prized possessions when we were leaving the campsite so I offered to go with him. He at first declined but I said, 'if someone attacks you, don't you need someone to catch the attacker off guard'? I made my point, apparently, as I followed him into the dark forest were there were owls, insects, rats, and you get the idea. I had my flash light out following the young man. I heard the crack of leaves from behind me. There was the sound of a bird flying overhead that startled me so that I tossed the flashlight."
"Where did it land?" Robin asked.
"I hit the owl," I said. "And the owl attacked me." I shook my head. "I ran after the man's direction after picking up my flashlight."
"Not many people can hit a owl." Robin said.
"I take pride in that." I lied.
"What happened at the end?" Robin asked.
"I kicked big foot's ass," I said.
Robin looked at me skeptically.
"Big foot doesn't exist." Robin said.
"Well, I don't know who's hairy foot I stepped on and was covered in fur standing seven feet tall," I said. "Perhaps it was a bear. That woulda' mean I have been calling a bear 'big foot' for the past twenty-five years."
"That is a funny story." Robin said.
"I wonder what the Boy Scout leader saw," I said. "Maybe it was his butt I kicked."
Robin laughed, again.
"He failed to scare you." Robin said.
"I am the one nobody can scare," I said. "In fact they get instant karma."
Then we had a discussion about karma and numerous other subjects.