What Is Dead...

Posted on 28 Feb 2013 @ 10:16pm by Lieutenant Aria Rice

308 words; about a 2 minute read

There's something you don't know about me. Okay, you know everything about me by now. I mean more...there's stuff I never really say about myself. The things that you don't say aloud. So here goes.

I slept with the Captain. Wait. Already said that one. Okay.

I fancy Scarlet Blake. But I won't say it. She has a kid already, she doesn't need me. And I would rather be her friend than say something that stupid.

I go to the holodeck and pretend I am a princess. If you tell anyone this, computer, I will find a way to get past your firewalls and infect you with the computer equivilant of old Earth herpes. Just so you know.

I also believe in ghosts.

Like, sometimes...it feels like I am being watched. I can't explain it. I just do. Like someone watching me, a warmth...a familiar warmth.

My father. It feels like he is watching me sometimes. I can almost imagine it. As if he will be there if I turn around fast enough. For some reason I keep clinging to it. If I don't look, he will stay there longer. Watching.

I remember someone at his memorial service reading something. It was from an old book. Not the Bible. But an old book that my father had loved. Or was it many books? I can't remember. But my next tattoo will be of these words.

What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger.

I like that. It's not about a person. Or a family. But about humanity. Or the universe. Like a circle, the way life works.

So...

Maybe my father is dead. But he has risen, harder and stronger, in every action I do, in every life I save, in every person I help.

Harder and stronger.

Computer, end log.

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