Bad
Blood
"Suppose you were an idiot, and suppose
you were a member of congress; but I repeat
myself." - Mark Twain
Let's
say you're on a long voyage on a military ship far at sea.
The craft is a new design, one which relies on the power
of a radical new technology, a design so exotic
that
your very lives ride on the knife's-edge of disaster as
the crew in the engine room slave
to keep the thundrous dynamic forces under control.
The mission you're on is a dangerous one, your vessel churning
through uncharted waters at high speeds, often coming under
fire from enemy vessels. On the rare occasions you make
port trouble inevitably rears its head and you're lucky
to make it back to sea alive.
As though this all wasn't bad enough, everyone on board this
ship, except for you, is an imbecile.
Even the captain. The average IQ on board this ship is easily 80 points below
yours and everyone knows it, leading to distrust, misunderstandings
and the occasional insult.
These
mental defectives hold your life in their very hands. One
small mistake and you could be dead in an instant. You understood
the
situation when you signed on but you don't allow yourself
to feel remorse because you know you have a job to do.
And now you know how Spock felt.
=mike=
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