Panting I collapse against the tree on the holodeck. While The Doctor didn't have some kind of miracle cure he did have a substance that would increase the rate my body use up fat.
Don't mean I don't need to actually use it myself.
So now I'm jogging in the damn holodeck. Holodeck 1 is usually open to of duty personnel a few hours a day just for this purpose. Today its a forest full with paths going through it.
I fucking hate running. I have been assigned personal holodeck access for one hour a week. While annoying, I'm going to approach Paris about lessons in making holonovels.
Trying to recreate some kind of computer game with lots of running and physical movement should at least make this more fun...or maybe I should try some kind of klingon program.
At least the eldrish abominations have left now. During the last few days we have had Q on board. Two of them, one if them wanting to die and the other wanting to stop it.
Some shit they did made me and all other males disappear and then reappear. After that I hid in my room, hoping the reality bending maniacs would go away. I didn't know anything else I could do.
Covering in my room might not have been the bravest thing ever, but at least I avoided being turned into a frog.
Having caught my breath I struggle back onto my feet before containing down the path. During the last visit to sickbay The Doctor cured my eyes. No longer nearsighted!
Being able to see is fucking amazing! It make me wonder what else they can do...
Either way, catching up to history left me time to continue with other subjects. Math and physics are the hardest ones. The computer are really helpful though and personally I think its smarter than most people here think.
Not sapient, certainly, but at least a VI. It's also rather good at explaining things which make learning easier.
Rounding a bend in the path I move around a tree and run straight into B'Elanna Torres and a second later I'm laying on my back with a forearm across my throat "Gak! S-sorry about that Lieutenant Torres. I should have watched my step."
She frown down at me before pulling back "Apology accepted. You should be more careful, you could have gotten hurt."
Clearing my throat I struggle back onto my feet "Good reflexes though." while rubbing my throat.
Snorting she eye me "You are heavier than you look."
I roll my eyes "Thanks...I guess?"
She snort and then head of again, leaving me standing on the path, rubbing my throat. Sodding half klingon...
...Half kligon with a nice rear, but so not worth it.
Wishing Tom Paris good luck in the future I turn and continue along the path, going the opposite way B'Elanna are going.