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Date Posted: 12:36:59 12/01/01 Sat
Author: Walter
Subject: Nervousness. Anxiety. Fear. Anger.
In reply to: Brig officers 's message, "They rushed in quickly..." on 12:45:13 08/20/01 Mon

An array of emotions raged within the shy, silent desk clerk as he and Officer Sal Dupont awaited word on the condition of the man they had brought in from the brig. Walt had never seen so much blood, not since--

He quickly tried to envison something more pleasant, anything to keep his mind off things: The librarian's assistant he had a hopeless schoolboy crush on; The videos waiting for him back in his quarters; The virtual Manarian sunrise program he had installed in his personal computer. The last probably paled in comparison to the real thing as far as Walt knew, and certainly watching it on his monitor alone was a poor substitute for the holoroom's capabilities, but it was how he preferred it. There were just too many....others, in the holorooms.

Even now, surrounded by the inummerable patients, such as Squirrels, Maximals, aliens, and more, not to mention both medstaff and soldiers no doubt looking for Joskur, Walt was painfully self-aware and uncomfortable. His neurosis was a contradicting fear that they were all laughing at him inwardly mingled with the more realistic loneliness that no one in fact noticed him. Dupont was muttering some condescending explanation about how security practices worked in the brig and why they had failed on this occasion, but Walt was barely listening. Too tired to deal with the arrogant officer who had been at his post less time than Walt had been a desk clerk, he was already drifting into the bounds of his imagination to escape the difficult reality around him. Zoning out was no problem and no hindrance to those around him. The guard would probably die, as would others. Some would live, and security or some other heroic intervener would deal with Joskur. Life would go on with or without Walt, and he wouldn't lose sleep over it.

Who would notice the storm of emotion and imagination raging in the shy, quiet guard's imagination? In the grand scheme of things, who would even care?...

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"Huh? Sorry Sal I was....daydreaming...." -- Walter Patterson, 18:23:02 07/20/02 Sat