It was a busy evening in the lounge, Solal would prefer if it were quieter. But he simply didn’t feel like sitting alone in his quarters that evening. It reminded him of when he’d met Séan: You could’ve gone to your quarters and yet you didn’t. Because you are lonely and sad. What a frustrating conversation that had been, not that Solal would ever admit that.

And yet here he was, doing something in the lounge that he could’ve been doing in his quarters. It was annoying when Séan was right. He wasn’t even here anymore and he was being annoyingly right. Another thing Solal would never admit. He was sitting alone at a table in the middle of the room, focusing on his PaDD.

On the PaDD was a little text based game, as if out of the earth 1980’s, except instead of Oregon Trail, it would describe a medical scenario and Solal would choose what course of action to take, and then the program would say what that does, and so on. Like a training scenario or practice. Solal found it entertaining and at the same time useful. Surely the holodeck could do something similar but Solal had played the text game in medical school. It was a useful time waster that he could carry around right on the PaDD.

~ Solal