The Finite Sum to an Infinite Series

Posted on 21 Feb 2016 @ 11:23am by Lieutenant JG Manuel Lucero
Edited on 21 Feb 2016 @ 11:27am

454 words; about a 2 minute read

The exercise felt good. But the sonic shower after, always felt better. Lucero made small sighs and groans as unrelenting waves of relaxation pervaded his existence. As he knew, the stress of the next duty day, would bring about more tribulations to be overcome, goals to be surpassed, trials to be conquered.

Needless to say, he readily and greedily accepted the challenge of such a seemingly endless cycle with a confidence and swagger. Whether it was actually within him, or not, was irrelevant.

After he was dressed in something casual, the Lieutenant figured that a log was long overdue. The powers-that-be would skin his hide if they figured out that he'd been shirking on his logs. It's not that he didn't find them helpful, he just rarely had the time to collect his thoughts with all the academia... and Keval. He sat at his desk and accessed his personal file system. He cleared his throat.

=/\= Computer, begin log. Manuel Robert Lucero V, personal entry 137=/\=

"Even the mighty powers of time are bound by perspective... Without conscious observation of its vast intricacies, it wouldn't even exist. At any scale. I'm almost positive that this is the principle that fuels my selfish prerogative. Perhaps I'm sick in the head! Am I trying to be spared by some sort of illusive cosmic judgement by enduring as much suffering as inhumanly plausible without giving in to the waves of stronger tides?"

He sighed.

"I've been doing that a lot lately. Sighing... Am I yearning for something? I feel fairly content with my malcontention. I don't have an urge to change my life, but maybe that is my problem. I need change. A big one..."

Manuel had got up from his desk and moved to the bed, plopping down with his hands interlocked behind his head as he looked to the ceiling.

"I have no love life. I have no social life... Considering the amount of potassium I'm lacking, I probably don't even have a half-life... So, besides what biology may explain, am I living."

The Lieutenant swallowed as he closed his eyes, turning them inward and onto his own being. He spoke slowly.

"No... No I am not... If anything I'm dying."

The darkness on the inside of his eyelids clearly reflected his point.

"I have had control... My entire life. And yet... I let it go where it matters most."

He turned on his side, eyes still closed.

"But no more... It's going to change. All of it... Starting..."

A shallow yawn escaped his throat.

"Now."

=/\= Computer...

His body began to feel the fuzzy numbness of receding consciousness as he gave his final commands quietly, but clearly.

End log.=/\=

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