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Thank you for your consideration. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The buzzer rang on the cabin of Ship's Counsellor Deanna Troi. She looked down at her schedule and noted this name, Pisarkiewicz. Petty Officer 2nd Class Nathaniel Pisarkiewicz. It must be him, she thought. She composed herself for a moment. "Come in." she stated in a firm, confident voice. She hoped he would pronounce his name for her. The man who strode in was about 70 inches tall. He had darkish brown hair, parted on the side. He also had a bit of a pot-gut, look- ing a bit like a Tellarite. Deanna could feel apprehension from him as he walked to her and reported. "Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz, reporting as ordered, ma'am." he said, standing at attention. His discipline is good, she thought. And his name is much easier to pronounce than spell. "Take a seat..." she checked his file, "Nathaniel, or do you prefer Nate?" "Nate is fine, ma'am." "And call me 'Counsellor Troi'. No need to be too distant." She, of course, could not say 'Call me Deanna'. There had to be some distance between him and her in this formal meeting. "OK, Counsellor Troi." "Now, you were referred to me because you seem to have chronic depression. What are you angry about?" Depression, after all, was anger turned inward. "Uh, well, um..." "Just say it. This is all strictly confidential. And you won't embarass me. Think of me as an officer, not as a woman." This was a standard line Deanna said to all male crewmembers who hesitated. 97% of those were hesitating because their problems were sexual. Maybe Freud was right, maybe all man's problems were caused by sex. "Well, it is kinda lonely on ship." "Do you socialize? Departmental parties? Crew social gather- ings?" "No, they're pretty boring. At a party, there is nothing really to do." "Do you use the Holodeck?" "It is too long of a waiting list. Only officers and chiefs can get in there." Deanna nodded. It was felt by StarFleet that rank had its pri- vleges and the Holodeck was one of them. Any officer could bump a lower ranking officer off the Holodeck schedule, for the simple reason that officers had more expected of them, so they needed a greater release from stress. "How do you unwind?" "I write. I play games on the computer. I listen to music." His leisure activities are all done alone, thought Deanna. This is not good. "Don't you do anything with other people?" "Not really." "Do you ask female crewmembers out?" Nate pulled out a small notebook. It was spirally bound and had real paper(!) in it. Deanna looked more closely at it. Nate showed her several pages, filled with names of women. "Twenty-seven women have turned me down." "What are those marks near their names?" "Well, this one indicates if the woman is a liar, for instance." "Liar?" "Yes, if she said that she is not looking, but has gone out with a man." Deanna had the answer! "Well, I have just the thing for you!" She smiled at him. "With your permission, I will match your name with that of every woman on the Enterprise who is single and wanting to go out with men." The computer will choose the ones who are the most compatible. We will then know who on this ship it would be worthwhile for you to ask out." "Wow! Go ahead, I'm anxious to know." "All right. Computer, match Petty Officer Nathaniel Pisarkie- wicz." "No match." answered the Computer. Deanna was stunned! She had used this program a dozen times be- fore and had always gotten at least three matches. There had to be an error. "Computer, what was your last command from me?" "To match Petty Officer Nathaniel Pisarkiewicz in the ship's standard compatibility date test." "Run program again." "No match." Deanna looked at Nate. His mood, which had been happy and anxious, now became even more morose. She had to act fast. She could not tell him HE was the problem; it would crush him. She tried a new approach. "Nate, dealing with the day-to-day frustrations, boredom and loneliness on ship is an important skill to acquire. I am going to re- commend you try competitive athletics to work off your hostility and I an schelduling you for another session. OK?" "All right, Counsellor Troi. I sure hope it works." "I'm sure it will. Have a nice day, Nate." "You too, Counsellor." They shook hands and Nate left. Deanna could see no reason why women on the Enterprise would not go out with Nate. He was friendly, intelligent, and had had a very interesting lifea, prior to StarFleet. She continued to read his file. The answer must be in there somewhere. Lt Worf stood before the three women and one man who had enrol- led in his self-defense class. He liked teaching the first class, then passing the course to one of his juniors. "Good afternoon, I am Lt Worf. I, and other members of my staff will be instructing you in self-defense. Now, you, here!" Nate exited the line and walked to Lt Worf. "Now, an inexperienced assailant will often attack you with an overhand right. I am going to teach each of you basic block and coun- ter. You will block my right hand with your left and punch me in the abdomen. This tactic is usually effective against a typical thug or goon. Now, set in this position." Worf had Nate get into a fighting stance. He then tried to punch with the right, slowly so Nate could learn. After 2 or 3 times, Nate had the block and counter down. His punches on Worf were ineffec- tive. Worf was tough! Worf had the whole class learn the manuever. It wasn't long before the class was blockeing and countering effectively. As Nate waited, he noted the woman next to him. She worked in the Replicator Lab. Nate had asked her out a couple of times and she had told him she was not interested. He had seen her out with other crewmen. She was a bitch. "All right, you two. Let's see it. Don't really hit each other." Nate and...Jerene, that was her name, moved to the mat. Jerene executed the block and counter well. She then attacked Nate. Her punch was too fast and it landed squarely on Nate's jaw. The impact spun him around. He moved towards Jerene but she took this as an attack. She kicked him hard to the head. He collapsed. Worf moved to stop the woman. He grabbed her. "What do you think you're doing?" "I was executing the move!" "Wait. You don't even belong in this class." Worf hit his badge. "This is Lt. Worf. I need a medical team in Gymnasium 2." Some time later, Nate began to wake up. Standing over him was Dr. Beverly Crusher. "How do you feel?" "Kind a weird." "You'll be fine. You still have your teeth and there are no broken facial bones." "Great." Nate's face was mostly frozen in place. Lt Georgi LaForge came in. "How's he doing, Doc?" "He's going to be fine, just a little hard to understand for a bit." Geordi walked over to Nate. "Hurry up and get better. We need you back in Engineering." "Ye, ir." It was hard for Nate to make the 's' sound. "OK." Geordi turned back to Dr. Crusher. "Hey, Cmdr Riker wants to see him when he feels better." "I'll tell him." "Thanks." Geordi left. Within minutes, modern medicine had cured Nate's jaw to a work- ing point. The magna-casts were removed and Nate was discharged from sick bay. He changed back into uniform and walked to Cmdr. Riker's cabin, having been informed by Dr. Crusher. Beep! "Come!" The door opened and Nate stepped into Cmdr. Riker's cabin. "Petty Officer Nathaniel Pisarkiewicz reporting as ordered, sir." "At ease, Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz. Have a seat." Riker gestured to a nearby chair. "Thank you, sir." Nate sat down. "Let me get to the point. I have been informed that you are depressed and lonely here on ship." "Yes, sir." Nate wondered what point Riker was going to make. "There is no reason for you to feel you are alone in this. Everyone here on ship feels the same way. Don't worry about it. Just do your job and stop thinking about anything else." Nate thought about his reply for a moment. "Sir, can I speak freely?" "Go ahead." "Sir, from what I have heard, you're in no position to talk about loneliness. You are beaming down to planets, meeting exotic women constantly doing different jobs, and you have priority access to the Holodeck. Sir, you couldn't be depressed, bored or lonely if you tried." Riker was about to answer the enlisted man when he realized the P.O. was totally right. His world was far different than Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz's. Riker had had no right to talk to him this way. Riker had been slammed and he knew it. "Well, I will get back to you on that. You...uh, are dismis- sed." "Thank you, sir." Nate left Cmdr. Riker's cabin a tad smug, smug in the fact that he had finally been able to confirm that rumour about the XO, but still bummed that Riker scored far more often than he did. Riker later went to Cmdr. Troi's cabin to discuss the results of his conversation. He didn't want to do this, but had promised Deanna he would. "Come." Shhhht. "Deanna, you free?" "Of course, Will. Did you talk to Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz?" Deanna came right to the point. Deanna always came right to the point. "Yes, I did." "Did you solve his problem?" "No..." "I thought you, as someone who had done a lot of space time, could help him." "He said something to me. He told me my ship life is too ex- citing for me to understand his problem." "Is it?" "Well, yes..." "Well, apparently, he needs either a woman to take interest in him ot a better way to deal with his anger." "What do you suggest?" "I am going to talk to the Captain. I think he might able to help me." A little later, Deanna Troi was entering the cabin of Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Picard sat in a blue robe with the initials 'J-L P'. "Counsellor, what can I do for you?" "Captain, it is about one of the enlisted who work in Engine- ering." "Enlisted? What are those?" "Sir, they are the crewmembers who are not officers. The ones who do almost all the work." "Impossible, the bridge crew does it all. I think you have lost it, Counsellor, or may I call you Deanna?" "You are not the Captain." Q appeared where the Captain had been. "I could never fool you, Counsellor." "Q! What are you doing here?" "Sightseeing. Ta ta." He disappeared. The form of Picard lay sleeping on the bed. Troi moved to the bed. She tapped the Captain on the shoulder. Picard woke up immediately. He looked up at Counsellor Troi. He had been only a tad asleep. "What is it, Counsellor?" "Captain, I need to speak with you regarding a problem with one of the enlisted men." "Go ahead." "Well, sir, he seems to be suffering from chronic depression." "Is it interfering with his work?" "No, he seems to be bottling up a lot of anger." "Hmm, let's look at his file." "Computer, access service record, Petty Officer Nathaniel Pisarkiewicz." "On screen." said the Computer. Picard began to look at the service record, with Troi looking over his shoulder. "Hmm," said Picard, "graduated from the University of Michigan in Electrical Engineering. Grades not really impressive." "It seems he joined StarFleet after being rejected in the Earth job market." "Hmm, passed both advancement exam with high marks. Not stupid at all." "He has no disciplinary actions against him; he's well-liked and well-behaved." "I think it is a simple matter of his approach. Have Cmdr. Riker talk to him." "Sir, it seems Cmdr. Riker is too...sexually well-adjusted to.. understand the problems that Nate is having." "Does he have a physical problem?" "Well, I could have Dr. Crusher run some tests and see if that is the case." "Make it so. Have her report her findings to me." "Very well, Captain." She left. She was one of the few people who did not wait for Capt. Picard to dismiss them. Within an hour, Nate found himself back in Sick Bay. Dr. Crusher was asking him some medical questions. "These questions may seem personal, but it is important that I know the answers." "OK, Doc." "First, have you ever had a problem with impotence?" "No, none at all." Certainly not with you around, Nate thought. "Estimate the number of times you have had sexual intercourse in the past three years." "None. I'm a virgin." "Oh." Virgin? At.... 27? thought Bev. What planet is he from? "Well, that eliminates a lot of the rest of the questions." "Hi, Mom." Wesley walked into Sick Bay. "Wesley! I am with a patient!" "Oh, I just came to get some stuff. I won't be long." Many, many of the enlisted personnel did not like Wesley. An acting Ensign, they had to call him 'Sir', something that no one thought he even deserved, the little brat. He was spoiled and got a lot of special attention from the ship's high-ups, way too much. Nate thought that he could do anything Wesley could, with the same oppor- tunities and education Wesley had had. Nate's job was incredibly dull, menial and simple. Bev turned to consult some readouts and data in Nate's medical file. Wesley had a gizmo in his hands and he turned to Nate. "Mom fixing you up?" "Yes, sir, she sure is." Nate kept his voice mellow. "Great. Later, Mom." Wesley left, mercifully. Later, Dr. Crusher reported her findings to Capt. Picard. "Here is the report, Captain." "You were able, I take it, to diagnose Petty Officer Pisarkie- wicz's problem?" "Not really. However, I did discover several important facts." "Go on." "Well, he does hold the antiquidated belief that a man should remain a virgin until his wedding night." "There are several cultures which still hold that belief, it shouldn't be a problem." "There is more. He has a great imagination and he spends most of his off-time writing, fantasizing or playing text-based virtual reality." "Text-based! That is quite odd." "His family were all anachronists. He spent a great deal of time in school catching up. He still deals with a lot of things in a 20th century way." "What do you recommend?" "It is difficult to say, Captain. He is so...odd in so many ways. I like him but if I was young again I would have to turn him down for a date." "I want you, Cmdr. Riker and Counsellor Troi to make a full report on this case." "Very well, Captain." "Good, dismissed." By this time, Nate had been given the royal run-around. He had seen several of the ship's top officers and they had seemed incompetent as hell. He began to write a new story and he had a group of main characters already selected... The next day, Picard called a staff meeting. In attendance were himself, the XO, Troi, LaForge, Crusher, Worf and Data, who had not been involved in the situation yet. "Well," said Picard, "you have studied the issue at hand, the service and medical record of the crewman involved and the report sub- mitted. Opinions?" "Captain," began Troi, "in my opinion, the crewman has never really learned to socialize with women. He needs exposure." "How do you intend to get him exposure?" "By use of the Holodeck." "Wait a minute, Counsellor." interjected Riker. "Yes?" "If we let a crewman this low-ranked use the Holodeck to solve his problems, it will set a precedent. That will begin a situation that we will have great difficulty extracting ourselves from." "Data, what do you think?" "Cmdr. Riker is correct. StarFleet policy states that use of the Holodeck is a privilege reserved to officers and chiefs. Use of it as therapy would be against StarFleet policy." "What is your solution, Data?" asked Troi, miffed her solution was not chosen. "I do not have enough experience in this area to offer a viable solution." "Very well. Mr. Worf, how about you?" asked Picard. "Captain, I do not see where a problem exists. The crewman is doing his job so I don't see that there is any problem at all." "Lt. Worf," interjected Dr. Crusher, "I treated the injuries inflicted on the crewman. Any man who inspires that kind of behavior has a problem." "Mr, LaForge, would you agree with Mr. Worf that the crewman is doing his job?" "As far as I've seen, Captain." He chuckled a bit at the pun. Worf looked at Crusher and narrowed his eyes in a look of con- trolled rage. He had been slammed. "Dr. Crusher, what do you recommend?" "Well, Captain, I think the crewman needs some one-on-one interactions. If he was more adapted to life here, he would be able to interact with other crewmembers on a more than merely formal basis." "Interesting suggestion. Who did you have in mind?" "I think it should someone of his owm peer group." After a short time, it was agreed that this idea was no good because there were no members of the crewman's peer group. "Any other suggestions?" There was silence in the room. "We have battled Q, the Romulans, the Ferengi, mind- control devices and so on. Are you telling me we can't solve one man's minor problem?" "Yes." said most of the officers together. "The conference is over. Dismissed." Picard left the conference for his cabin. He was angry. The problem was simple, yet solution-less. There had to be something he was overlooking. It was as plain as... "The nose on your face?" It was Q. "Q! What are you doing here?" "Enjoying a good laugh, Picard." "What is so funny?" "Your inability to solve so simple of a problem." "And you can?" "Well, I would have to think about it." "Oh, you can't solve it by..." Picard waved his hand in the Q-style. "To solve it that way would be trivial, Picard. I have started to enjoy challenges." "So, you don't have the solution yet, hmm?" "I am limiting myself to solutions you could devise. It is tedious to think on such a primitive level." "So you can't do it?" "I have done it. What you should do is..." POOF! "I am R. I am superior to Q in every way." POOF! Q was gone. "You'll not get it that easy, Picard." POOF! He was gone too. DAMN! thought Picard. He had almost gotten Q to help him. Picard mused more. 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