Depressed part 3 "
By: Cohen , Engineer , [NPC]
Craig Witmore, Engineer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58206.15 2045

Cohen looked down. “I don’t think so. No. I’d really rather not discuss it.”

“Okay, “ said Craig and he started to get up.

“I’m so depressed. My life stinks,” said Cohen. Craig sat back down again. Cohen stared into his glass, and Craig said, “you want to elaborate on that?”

“Life in general.”

“Ah.”

“And women.”

“Ah,” said Craig , this time with more understanding.

“Look at me Sir,” said Cohen, and then he quickly amended. “I mean… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you…….”

Craig laughed. “Look’ isn’t a dirty word, Cohen.

“Yeah, yeah I know. Look at me, then. I’m thirty four years old today, Sir.”

“Happy birthday!:” said Craig. “I’m sorry, I should have-“

Cohen waved it off. “That’s not the point. I’m thirty-four years old. My hair is thinning. I’ve put on some weight – look at this. My suit’s getting tight around the waist. That’s embarrassing. And yesterday I broke up with Technician Jackson.”

“Jackson, huh?” said Craig who vaguely remembered a nice looking young woman from Operations. “She is cute. You two were a couple?”

“Eight months,” said Cohen sadly. “Eight months down the Jefferies tube. Look at me; I’m wasting my life. All I ever explore is the engine room.. I never make any sort of discovery. We never get on away missions. I’m just…. Just there. I’m a grunt. Look at what I’ve got.”

“Yeah,” said Craig. “Yea, let’s look at what you’ve got. Look out there,” and he pointed out the view port.

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